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The Last Train

Poetry By: Irwinagain
Poetry


Tags: Last, Train, Loss, Family


Sometimes missing the last train can be a good thing.


Submitted:Jan 4, 2012    Reads: 48    Comments: 13    Likes: 8   


Bundled rags,
As much a bed
As clothes,
Hang forlorn
From limp hand
That shakes
Spasmodically
As tears mingle with
Dirt fleck mist
Father, Mother
Grandma
Granddad
Sweet sister
Baby brother
All gone
On the train
Leaving you behind
To weep
At your loss
Now
And forever
In the future

This then
The last train
To Auschwitz-Birkenau





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