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Majdanek (Free verse) by Niphredil I couldnât look them in the face.
I couldnât,
not in that accursed place
where every timber creaked with evil
and the ground exuded malice
fresh and ripe
watered with the blood of these my people
whose faces,
black and white,
stared at me from the wooden wall.
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