The March of Death - Conor

The March of Death


The icy wind blew without faltering
The road seemed to go on forever
Under a looming sky,
“March you filthy dogs,” they yelled.
The dead remained
Hidden under the snow,
Yet no one recited kaddish for them.
We were not marching anymore
We were running
The snow continued to fall
The death continued around me,
This death 
Like flames, consumed my faith forever
I no longer felt the pain,
The pain of the bitter cold
My pain was suppressed
by the pain of the those around me  

The bitter pain of the March of Death.

Comments

  1. Conor, this poem was very touching. It's unbelievable how a human being could put another human being through these harsh conditions without any sort of regret or pity. Do you think Elie's lack of faith in god helped or hurt him when it came to surviving the holocaust?

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  2. I love the word choice! I really felt the pain of the people in the march in this poem, and I think it is just about perfect. The only thing I would do is maybe get rid of sentences less than 3 words.

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