Wednesday, 5 May 2010

Another poem by David Koker (b. nov. 1921, Judendurchgangslager Vught 1943-1944, Auschwitz 1944-1945, died feb. '45 on the way to Dachau)

Ditty of the bitter end. Rondel

A dismal fate we’ve been accorded
sheer boredom to the bitter end
when the last few of us as sordid
smoke-pall from the stack ascend

So too my verse is disappearing
before that happens though I’ve penned
who knows if it will reach your hearing
this ditty of the bitter end

The smoke ends up by dissipating
and I have no more strength to spend
Better to straightway face cremating
as smoke-pall from a stack ascend
than years of boredom and of waiting
with even so that bitter end.

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