Exceptional free verse Free Verse Collection 2 : The Flowers of Auswchwitz by michaelcahill

It is my hell               That I revisit                             Mine              The memory of it                      My life                         That has grown from it           Shall I not despise             This field of wildflowers                Riotous in colour                  That dares grow            From this unholy ground?               It is a grave you decorate                           Mass and massive               It is a smile you invite                               And a sigh         Each tortured soul                     With its very own floral headstone           There are no tears here                Where tears should be                        No regret                        No sorrow                        No guilt                        No indignation          It is as though we each         Are only single flowers                       Clinging together                       Desperately drawing attention                                   From the graveyard ...   Recognized

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