by G.L Qanela
A poem I wrote for my english "War Anthology". About a Jew being released from a camp.
Not knowing if my family are dead or alive
Cold, cruel air
Chiseling my cheeks, it stings my filthy, fatigued face
A sea of piled naked, skin-bone corpses
Covering the ground towards the horizon
The open barbed wire fence stretching far as I can see,
It used to imprison us Jews, but now it is our way out.
Enslaving my body and the stench is flowing into my nostrils overwhelming me
Over riding fear,
Who and what am I now?