poemranker ::Majdanek by Niphredil

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Majdanek

by Niphredil

Member since 2005 · Posted 3 May 2005 · Edited 14 May 2005 · 2 comments

I couldn’t look them in the face. I couldn’t, not in that accursed place where every timber creaked with evil and the ground exuded malice fresh and ripe watered with the blood of these my people whose faces, black and white, stared at me from the wooden wall.

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[n/a] Niphredil 16-May-05/6:48 AM Reply
This poem, as well as 'Shades', was written during a visit to the death camps in Poland. Majdanek made a particularly powerful impression on me, and I wrote those two poems following the visit.
[8] Ranger 18-Mar-06/2:25 PM Reply
Powerful; the imagery in the last 5 lines could possibly be brought out a bit more. Not sure about 'timber creaked with evil'...it doesn't really creak with evil - timber creaked despairingly, maybe?