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Lights dance across a barbed wire fence
casting shadows in its wake.
Bones poke through crepe like skin
hollowed eyes stare but do not see.
Bodies racked with pain
lay entwined on slats of wood.
People pick through rotten flesh
to rip the gold from rancid teeth.
Citizens turn their eyes away
and pretend not to see the trains go by.
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An extremely potent and powerful picture of a time which we all try to forget but cannot. You've done a masterful job at creating the atmosphere and sparking the images that haunt us. Brava, Emma!
