a poem found in the words of Janina Iwanska
by Howie Good
by Howie Good
at the death camp at the height of its exterminations, when the SS guards killed 330,000 people in a span of eight weeks. —Rob Schmitz/NPR, January 27, 2020
We were put into open train cars
and huddled together to keep warm.
When it snowed, we collected it
to drink, because they didn't give us
water. We were in such complete
solidarity that when one of us fell
asleep standing (there was no room
to sit or lie down) none of the others
would steal the snow that accumulated
on her. That snow belonged to her.
We were put into open train cars
and huddled together to keep warm.
When it snowed, we collected it
to drink, because they didn't give us
water. We were in such complete
solidarity that when one of us fell
asleep standing (there was no room
to sit or lie down) none of the others
would steal the snow that accumulated
on her. That snow belonged to her.
Howie Good is the author most recently of Stick Figure Opera: 99 100-word Prose Poems from Cajun Mutt Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.
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