The Last Train

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Sometimes missing the last train can be a good thing.

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


Submitted: January 04, 2012

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VesperSerenity

I liked this. The short lines created emotion and brilliant effect. It was pretty amazing. But, moving the wordy stuff out of the way, I love the ideas and thoughts and secrets and memories that seem to cascade out of this poem. It's so sad and well-written. Very thought-provoking.
-Caitlin ?

Wed, January 4th, 2012 7:52pm

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Caitlin, thank you for your thoughtful comments.

Wed, January 4th, 2012 12:37pm

Cyber Dood

This is such a powerful write. The pall of horror can be felt through each line. I don't think any words can describe the dreadfulness that took place at that time, but your words bring us closer to understanding through the emotional separation of those you speak of.

Wed, January 4th, 2012 9:54pm

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It still resonates to this day, let's hope it never happens again.Thank you.

Wed, January 4th, 2012 2:25pm

gerabel

One of my favorites of your work, Irwin. Written with such raw intensity of a time that we pray with all our hearts is never resurected.

Thu, January 5th, 2012 12:13pm

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Thank you Jerry.

Thu, January 5th, 2012 5:58am

eamonnsadler

I have visited Auschwitz-Birkenau and the Anne Frank museum in Amsterdam. I have tried to imagine the the anguish, despair and anger that Anne's father Otto must have felt being "left behind" as the only member of his family to survive the holocaust, even though he was also sent to Auschwitz. His entire family murdered for no reason and nobody left to blame or hold accountable. He lived with that pain until he died in 1980. This poem explores such pain very vividly.

Thu, January 5th, 2012 6:52pm

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Thank you for your very insightful comments, you add to the piece with them.

Thu, January 5th, 2012 2:14pm

bobthebuilder

This is powerful, and the recording adds so much. Very well done!

Sat, January 7th, 2012 11:05pm

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Thank you for taking the time to listen and to comment.

Sun, January 8th, 2012 2:01am

individualstar

great poem, the short lines are very effective :)

Sun, January 8th, 2012 12:24pm

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Thank you for your comment.

Sun, January 8th, 2012 5:54am

Barenya

i loved it really

Fri, January 27th, 2012 8:12pm

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Thank you

Sat, January 28th, 2012 4:32am

dibbledabble

Powerful powerful words, that resinate and fill the heart with emptiness and pity. The last line delivered like a sedgehammer blow to the senses. All other feeling obliterated by the final horrifying truth of what the last train meant.

I would say fablulous if it wasnt so dreadfully sad.

BTW now I have heard spoken not sung, it is not strong but I am guessing Liverpool or close. Still driving me mad

Sun, January 29th, 2012 8:48pm

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Thank you for an in depth comment. I actually come from York, born and bread - quite a way from being a Liverpudlian I'm afraid.

Sun, January 29th, 2012 3:33pm

BITSxOFxKINKY

tis gave me a tear in my eye and visions of shindlers list and escape from sobibore and that episode in band of brothers of the death camp ... words cannot do what happened then, justice, but your words are extreamly fitting

Wed, February 8th, 2012 12:28am

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Thank you for your comment.

Wed, February 8th, 2012 9:42am

Chris Gerard

Fantastic. Out of all the poems of yours I've read, this one stands out. In fact, it's outstanding. The fact I'm a northerner no doubt helps, but I don't see any reason this can't communicate around the world: people are smarter than they are given credit for. I hope I find more of your work written in this style. Great stuff.

PS. Your comments on my poem were understood fully, and appreciated, so I hope you didn't think you'd made me feel bad in any way. Now I've read your work, in fact, your comments are valued even more, so thanks again.

Sat, February 18th, 2012 3:38pm

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Thanks Chris for taking the time to read and comment. This was written for performance along with several others, I no longer perform my work so I haven't written anything else in this style, that is with a Yorkshire accent but that doesn't mean I wont in the future. I recorded it for our fellow poets across the waters!

Sat, February 18th, 2012 7:47am

Areen Abukishek

wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Tue, April 17th, 2012 9:16am

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I presume you like it!

Tue, April 17th, 2012 2:38am

unmasked delusions

This was so clever. I really liked this one. I agree with the comments above- the shorter lines really bring out the emotion. Great work again.

Sun, June 1st, 2014 11:02pm

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Glad you liked it and it worked for you.

Mon, June 2nd, 2014 1:53am

annat2again

So lovely to hear your voice as a new year takes over...this powerful, poignant poem of such a dreadful part of the history of our world and the humans in it, is somehow still very pertinent to a world that continues to create it's own sad and horrific chapters.

I see the goodness in the people who are horrified; in the poets like you who re-create the chilling injustices to make us ponder and never forget; in the indignant, sad and regretful reaction of the readers you have captured momentarily - yet forever

I hope 2015 will be kind to you and yours, wishing you health and happiness.

Thu, January 1st, 2015 3:52am

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Dear Anna, what a great start to 2015! An insightful and heartfelt comment from you. Sad though the condition of human kind is (in my view) it is dreadful moments like these that brings out the artistry in poets as they try to bring such catastrophic events to people's attention in the hope that it will impact on their thinking and their future actions. Current events seem to show that that is wishful thinking! Peace to you and yours Anna, for the coming year.

Thu, January 1st, 2015 4:18am

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