"memoria"
One of my poems:
Extermination camps
Stench of death
in the extermination camp
endless showers
agonizing deaths
crowded, accumulated
no more human flesh
dense smoke, gray
crematoria
acrid smell
ash alive
hunger, lost dignity
staring eyes
incredulous that far
massacre
Maristella Angeli
(From "The world upside down" Rupe Mutable Edition)
Comments 20
Grazie Vittorio!
Grazie Stefania!
Say something