your family donned black
and stepped high, schutzstaffel
--cold as ice as you were delivered to the fire.
they stood by as you burned,
unfeeling as the arms and the thighs
and the eyes that I loved turned to ash,
watching as I fell to my knees in the mud
and prayed to God for it to be over.
the door opened
and I was a jewish wife
come for her husband's ashes
after the war--
but i didn't even get a vial.
you were scattered on the wind
and the taste of your death
is still sour on my tongue.
Author notes
tinuelena
#7; #1
A contest entry
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Comments
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they stood by as you burned,
unfeeling as the arms and the thighs
and the eyes that I loved turned to ash,
watching as I fell to my knees in the mud
and prayed to God for it to be over.
and the taste of your death
is still sour on my tongue.
beautiful ending.
THANK you.
and goodluc
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