Agnes Janich

With Our Eyes Closed

 

In The Camp,

being in the clothes separating unit

gave the highest chances of survival

- 
and going insane.


The workers closed their eyes

and, blinded,


felt the pictures with their hands.


The risk of finding those of loved ones

was too great,


for that meant their owners’ ashes

had already fertilized


the nearby fish ponds.


I collected the images they carried

in seconds 


they never expected


to be final.


Hope died last


and blinded them

to the very final minute,

 

as it would blind

my family and me


if it happened

 


today.

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