Himmelweg: Block Fall from the Zyklon Door



When you have passed nonplussed

by rumours

of ovens

of being burned alive by the horde

calcinated bones in torrid ashes

teeth without a name

pebbles in the sands of hate waves


When between you and the other side

is the block-flesh thrust through to Himmelweg

too late

you smell the zyklon trap

about to be sprung on your innocence

your children looking to you for a way out

not daring to believe

you have left home without an answer


You can only wonder at how they led you

each child's hand ensconced in its mother's

the old and the infirm weeded out

the pill in the nape

of men rushed ahead from their charges


slapped jostled



for daring to ask with rifle butt


jabbed bundled


the eye searching hazily the breach under the helmet

benumbed fate

squashed hope

in the last faltering meek steps


It's only

when you're on the other side of yourself

between you and the block-flesh

forming on the other side of the zyklon door

You may wonder why you let your anger go

in safekeeping


T.Wignesan 1987

July 2, 1987

[from the collection: back to background material, 1993]