Golgotha at Auschwitz <br /> <br />Perhaps they had tried to escape, <br />or else done some petty crime. <br />These three would not be gassed or shot- <br />The rope would serve just fine. <br /> <br />Two men, one boy with nooses fixed- <br />condemned but never tried. <br />The nooses tightened on their necks <br />as they kicked the air and died. <br /> <br />Except the boy, he was too light <br />He lingered when they died <br />“Where is God? ” one man muttered <br />“Where is He? ” others cried. <br /> <br />They made us all march past the place <br />Where those three in judgment fell <br />The boy in his slow agony <br />still endured his private Hell. <br /> <br />The path we walked was ash and bone <br />Of former inmates made <br />Those gassed and buried in the air <br />These were their sole remains. <br /> <br />“Where is God? Where is He now? ” <br />Some muttered as they passed. <br />I thought- if He’s not hanging here <br />More than likely He’s been gassed. <br /> <br /> <br />(based on an entry in a Auschwitz survivor’s memoir)<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golgotha-at-auschwitz/
