VISITING AUSCHWITZ
what extra scrap of bread
what glance from a slop-drunk SS
what rage raised the rusted shovel
struck it on the starving ground
until the whistle ended day
what muscle corded in the thighs
not buckling to the bed of lice of bloody flux
what propped her up when her bowels released
the spoiled cabbage soup and she couldn't hold
her dead-weight head what switched the names
so she was not called what
scarf smuggled from the storage hull
a shred so she could wipe herself
what song muffled in the dark
what glint willed the breath
what saw her and said live
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