Some Baked Bread by Paul Brookes

Holocaust Memorial Day.

I am not a silent poet

for the journey
to the hole in the ground

where they were asked to lay
on the still warm dead
neighbours and children
to be shot

As their ethnicity was cleansed.
the soldiers with guns
wrote home from the war.
It was such an event.

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