Two Trips To Auschwitz Poem by Sheena Blackhall

1. The flight

No frills
No meals
The suitcase, commodious and bright
Filing out from the carriage
Into the probing light
Of a Polish summer

A shower,
A sleep
A walk
And then, the trip
But first, a smoke
An interval of ease


2. The flight

No frills
No meals
The suitcase, small and tight
Filing out from the carriage
Into the probing light
Of a Polish summer

A walk
A shower
A sleep
And then, a trip
And last, the smoke
Rising above the trees