In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in
What they denied in conscious thought or word.
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin

Penetrating lungs so deep within
The dead unburied mixed, in air secured
In Bedzin and in Krakow, mortal sin.

The nearby people turned to burial urns.
The human dust by breathing was allured
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin.

So Europe took their human ash within.
A graveyard we became unknown, impure.
In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.

And who they thought destroyed lived on in them
Controlled their lungs, their hearts their minds uncured,
The ashes of the Jews, borne in their skin.

Like a mass communion without words
We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, unheard
In Bedzin and in Krakow we walked in
The ashes of the lost, the glades of skin,

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Think about sentences then they will think about you,possibly
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Never forget brevity.Nor levity.
Be natural.
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A fraction of infinity is as big as infinity.That’s what infinity means , honestly!
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23 Dixon Having Flu

Off London Toad

Teddington (Little Sex)

TV4 9BC

21 Broad Stalk

Lynch More Still

Hedge Aware

Barsket

BO9 8AD

65 All Stunned Rowed

Pillage Ends

Topping up

TCP 17/6

Surplus free.

Dun phoning

0 Phlub Lane

Stungwords

Eppong

Desexed

DC 9 8 RU

You are smiling on the pier above the sands
The rippling waves stretch out like children’s hands
You look so strong I cannot comprehend
Your fatal illness and its grievous end
You were not a patient on dry land
You were living well and ” feeling grand”
We crossed the road ; I held your cold thin hand
I suffered so much torment,would I mend?
I saw a fluid shape as dark it pranced
Through the open door it swiftly danced
Slipped in with the wiles of Tudor kings
Hoping they can make it on the wing
I learned with grief , it came to take you back
Across the river wide ,my love, my lack