These Are the Words that Defined ThemA Poem by N.SevillaAbout the HolocaustThis is the ground they lie in- Upturned by their shovels and hands. Where restless souls chill their bones On these forsaken and malignant lands. These are the pans they ate with That fed the skeletal figures that walked. Both mothers and fathers, identical in pain, Ignoring the mirrors that mocked. This is the star they lived by- A symbol stitched on their coats. The once holy sign, now contract with death- An endless line to Charon’s boats. These are the fires that ate them- Gone were their skin, hair, and bones. Their ashes mixed with familiar tears Anguished in what their world condones. © 2014 N.SevillaAuthor's Note
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AuthorN.SevillaCAAboutI've had this account for several years and I am finally coming back to my writing roots. It's been a joy to write again and look back on my poetry from 10 years ago and see the changes in my life. .. more..Writing
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