Some say they still see
The ghostly trains
On their way to Auschwitz;
Still hear the rattling sound
Of trucks on the phantom tracks;
And on some evenings,
If they stand quite still,
They hear the sound of children
Carried on the wind
And the whispering voices
Of the adults old and young
Chattering in the trees.
Some say as they wander
In Auschwitz camp today
That they feel
The ethereal presence
Of the long since dead;
Smell the burning
Of human flesh,
And see the spectral columns
Of smoke rising upward
In the evening sky;
And sometimes,
If unlucky,
They see the apparitional faces
Of young children
And the old
On their way to die.
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