Hitler made it clear that he will annihilate all the Jews before the clock strikes twelve
It was only a matter of hours
I had never thought it possible
Where is God ?
he is here hanging from the gallows
Perhaps the russians will arrive before…
We knew perfectly well they would not
I was saying goodbye to my father
Never shall I forget those flames
Those flames that consumed my faith forever
This is what the antechamber of hell must look like
Some of us were crying
In front of me
I had not even blinked
So much brutality
Hi Owen, I really liked how you formatted your poem. I like your creativity!
ReplyDeleteDear Owen,
ReplyDeleteAll of your sentences blended together perfectly. It was almost like it was part of the memoir Night. Just great.
Great work!
-Max
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ReplyDeleteWhoops, accidentally posted with my personal account. I don't even know how I posted it through my personal account, it shouldn't let me do that, but any way, here's the comment.
ReplyDeleteDear Owen, I really liked your poem! Yours is one of the few that combines a coherent plot line with beautiful imagery. Your poem creates a picture in the head of the reader that allows them to interact with the writing in an entirely new depth. I find that with imagery, a poem becomes much more powerful emotionally. Cheers! Ethan.