He couldn’t believe
How many gold teeth
Had been extracted
From the cold mouths of
The dead and piled up
Before him on his
Bench or in boxes
On the floor. Whose teeth?
What victims were they?
Jews? He guessed they were,
But whether he or
She or how they smiled
Once on some summer’s
Day or how they laughed
And at what, he did
Not know, and didn’t
Let his interest
Show, at least not to
Them, the guards and such,
It wouldn’t do to
Show too much spying
On these things not then.
Sixty tons of gold
From teeth, he later
Heard, from Auschwitz camp
Alone, what came from
Elsewhere he didn’t
Want to think or know
How far mankind had
Reach the brink of some
Dark abyss and put
Their human lips to
Such an evil kiss.
GOLD TEETH.
Re: GOLD TEETH.
ain't got an emoticon for this one Terry - just wanted you to know I'd been here.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Re: GOLD TEETH.
heavy metal poem
thanks for writing

thanks for writing
Re: GOLD TEETH.
Thank you, stilltrucking.
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