The ashes of the lost, the glades of skin

In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in
What they denied in conscious thought or word,
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin

Penetrating lungs so deep within
The dead , unburied, mixed with air, endured,
In Bedzin and in Krakow, mortal sin.

The local people were their burial urns.
The human dust by  breathing was allured
The ashes of the lost, the shades of skin.

So  Europe took this human ash within.
A graveyard we became, disowned , impure.
In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.

And who they thought destroyed  lived on in them
Played in their lungs, their hearts,  their minds uncured,
The ashes of the lost,  borne in their skin.

Like a Mass, Communion without words
We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, unheard.
In Bedzin and in Krakow  we took in
The ashes of the lost,  their outstretched skin

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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