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Fourteen Stations Poems
- Auschwitz-Birkenau
- Gross Rosen
- Babi Yar
- Bergen-Belsen
- Belzec
- Chelmno
- Treblinka
- Maidanek
- Sobibor
- Mauthausen
- Buchenwald
- Dachau
- Stutthof
- Ravensbruck
- Khurbn Prologue
Auschwitz-Birkenau
 | now the serpent: I will bring back their taskmasters crazy & mad will meet them deep in the valley & be subdued separated in life uncircumcised, needy shoes stowed away how naked they come my fathers my fathers angry & trembling the serpents you have destroyed their faces remembered small in your eyes, shut down, soiled see a light take shape in the pit, someone killed torn in pieces a terror, a god, go down deeper |
Gross Rosen
 |
& naked there among the swarming things we saw them in the dung bright spots bright spots that she did stare at & would see them burn |
Babi Yar
 |
he was angry Text by Jerome Rothenberg |
Bergen-Belsen
 |
1 Text by Jerome Rothenberg |
Belzec
 |
of those who had escaped Text by Jerome Rothenberg |
Chelmno
 |
1 A Chorus of Children: we dreamed & he changed an armed man but delicate driven, someone who touches us, touches our thighs, strips us naked, to wound us, a fugitive, evil, aggrieved, who punishes, slays us at evening 2 A Chorus of Survivors: the word that you feared like hail on the mountain & feared what would cause it to shine, to be seen. like her belly, like hooks, like the wheat on our altars, all will be eaten, will not be a sacrifice there with the nations, but a curse in her womb |
Treblinka
 |
the voices, thunders & the voices of our kin that they will bring in from the top the kingdoms gathering to kill us & you will wave o Israel & will submit yourself & I will set apart the sum of them the thunders, voices & the thunders I will watch & will take heed |
Maidanek
 |
1 Text by Jerome Rothenberg |
Sobibor
 |
1 as he had spoken from the wilderness: be fruitful! (& they were fruitful) so he could blind them with a fist & cut them -- & she could take from them the vision of his cities 2 a skin harp & a boil according to its words how blind & evil like its skin your words erased |
Mauthausen
 |
your camp brings me the war that bore you made you inherit the plague, your children torn from you. your hands that spawned the offspring of the nations a stone against them from my hand, my hand against them & a plague between us |
Buchenwald
 |
deliver me from them your cattle rising your assembly lords of fat deliver me from color |
Dachau
 |
heart dim & sore his hands slow & heavy & so he looked, his glory weeping |
Stutthof
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the evil water in my dream has emptied out their cities like my mouth a hole & in the blood they burn they turn them into smoke |
Ravensbruck
 |
1 in my name she placed an offering of dust an offering of graves where she lay empty desolate, lay guilty for her pleasures in my name, the lamb approaching placed the basin at her neck throughout your generations 2 For Rachel, twice she turned aside, I thought the weed, the thorns wounding my thighs & when they came & carried her away he gave them numbers by the sword a bell for those with numbers |
Khurbn Prologue
 |
1 The oppression will smite the camp with thirst & dust: the plague is in your barns the camp delivered to their Gods 2 a wheel dyed red an apparition set apart out of the furnace 3 from his youth she bound him afterwards they turned aside & went his streams their vineyards an apparition that was at the end sold in the gutters "show me" "I will turn aside" |
