Pigtail
by Tadeusz Rozewicz
When all the women in the transport
had their heads shaved
four workmen with brooms made of birch twigs
swept up
and gathered up the hair
Behind clean glass
the stiff hair lies
of those suffocated in gas chambers
there are pins and side combs
in this hair
The hair is not shot through with light
is not parted by the breeze
is not touched by any hand
or rain or lips
In huge chests
clouds of dry hair
of those suffocated
and a faded plait
a pigtail with a ribbon
pulled at school
by naughty boys.
5 comments:
Sweet mother of... What are you tryin' ta do, get us to cry into our keyboards?
All Holocaust stuff should come with giant disclaimers. :(
(very touching.)
Sorry, I've just been thinking a lot about WWII seeing as the 60th anniversary of the end of it was earlier this week.
Apology accepted. ;)
Wow, seriously. I wasn't ready for that.
What is this all about anyways???
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