Anny stared at the camera.
Anny fixed the photographer.
She perceived potential doom,
Auschwitz beckoned,
Betrayal loomed.
She appeared uncertain,
The camera clicked,
The photographer unsmiling,
A stranger unknown,
All formalities to him.
She held the number 418
Between small-gloved hands.
Anny with long hair,
Ribboned, tidied.
Her eyes peered.
She had an impending smile
Lingering, but unformed.
She waited for a second click.
The episode captured
On celluloid,
All black and white
All held in the grooves
Of her innocent eyes.
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magnificent piece. these subtle images are what makes this poem work so well. I have enjoyed looking into the very-little-known life of this girl.
thank you for sharing this xx -
Anny was born on June 2, 1933 in Strasbourg.
Last lived at 21, rue Rode, Bordeaux.
Interned in the Lalande camp near Tours, then transferred to Drancy. From there, she, her mother Frieda, and her sister Paulette, age 7, were deported on Sept. 11, 1942 on Convoy 31.
Their destination: Auschwitz-Birkenau.
All that is know of Anny is what is on her I.D. card: she was Jewish, had blonde hair, blue eyes, rosy complexion, was of moderate height. She had very cute little-girl handwriting.
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