' ' ' ' ' School Visit Poem by Dónall Dempsey

A mountain of spectacles
as if a swarm of dangerous insects

staring back
at the spectators

seeing it all
through the distance

of glass
& Time.

A mound of shoes
with nowhere to walk to

forever.

Faces of the living
frozen in reflection.

Piles of hair
cut

never stroked or brushed

again for ever.

The display cases
trapping the Past

crystaling
Time

in an almost
artistic way.

And children today
think only

that
Auschwitz
is

a German brand
of beer or bread.