Theresienstadt's Hospital
Once, happier people lived here
in the gray building.
Now, death moves silently toward those other creatures,
those with typhoid, who moan and writhe
in their own diarrhea,
who lie here and don’t understand
why they are being fed bread and margarine.
I enter and become silent.
“You shiny new doorknobs,
you pretty painted walls in the bright ward,
can you make up for the stench of excrement?
Can you appease the hunger of those who are ashamed of their underwear,
and brought here to die,
day by day?’
The paint looks at me
and doesn’t answer.
“Why? I don’t understand why!”
It seems the doorknob would say,
when it opened for me,
a free soul, with a full stomach.
“I can tell you
and then you will come to me!”
I love the poem and how you compared it to the butterfly, I think it is cool how you added the comments to the picture.
ReplyDeleteI really like all the thought and detail you put into this butterfly to help emphasize your poem. You did such a great job and your butterfly is so creative! I love it!
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