Auschwitz, A Remembrance

Poem by Rp Verlaine

May 04, 2022

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The screaming began
when the doors
were closed.
Zyklon B pellets
dropped through vents
as death's grim harbinger.

Those by the vents died
quick while others
died mid-prayer.
Until the last vapors
had nothing to claim.

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