“Life Destroyed”

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Poland
Through Harold’s Lens:

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Inside a chamber of horrors
The little girl shrieked
“Mommmmmmmmmmmmy?”
“Daddddddddddddy?”
Where are you?

Wave after wave
Luftwaffe bombers
Rains of bombs
Blasts!!! Blasts!!! Blasts!!!
Tons of concrete crashed on tons of concrete
Explosions, fires
Historic buildings destroyed.

Screams!
“Grandpa?”
“Grandma?”
“Help me! I’m all alone”
Fear had dug talons deep.

Tanks crushed fresh bodies
Men, women children
Deboning corpses
Bits of bone everywhere.

Thirty degrees
Hair frozen
Covered in blood
Severe pain
Shredded pink dress
Horrific.

The day the world went to war
Hitler, Nazi claw
Storm troopers, SS, Secret police
Terror, tears executions
Concentration camps
The planet was never the same.

Cookies, Christmas
Hugs love, friends
Mommies, Daddies, little children
All gone.

Gdansk
September 1, 1939
Germany invades Poland
World War II begins
Five years
Five million humans dead.

A woman’s memory
Could never be a little girl again
Life ripped from her soul
Macabre memories.

“Mommmmmmmmmmmmy?”

16 responses

  1. Hi Harold: Thanks for your poetry and memorable pictures re the second World War. I would like to share with your followers something not explicit in your vignette; the Nazis were particularly monstrous and cruel in their extermination of millions of Polish Jews, in the Warsaw ghetto, Auchhwitz, and other places of murderous execution.

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  2. This image was taken while this woman and I were looking at old BW photographs showing what Gdansk looked like right after the bombing on September 1, 1939. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her studying the photographs more intensely than others who were just looking. She was deeply engaged. Then the tears started to roll down her face. I did not want to invade her space and private moment, so I just tried to imagine what her memories were dredging up, thus my short story.

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