Antoni Ciszewski: Meet me next day in Treblinka

Antoni Ciszewski: Meet me next day in Treblinka

(Note: this poem is not read aloud)

I'm Polish and you're German.

Always has been.

So it will be.

Why should you wonder?

Meet me next day at Treblince

I've been alone lately.

There in the woods

fresh (not dusty)

I felt bad – I was in the tracksuit

without protection

Before me, this small grove

and over him raised hands

How did these people get here?

Here.

On this inhumanity in Treblinka

Someone must have pushed them in here.

force

Everyone take 1 picture

always a very good thing.

Come on.

shake your hand

It's a simple courtesy.

on routes

and on mountain peaks

But you can't always see bones

dirt

On bruised leaves

There utilized to be a German camp here.

Shepherds with thick smooth hair

unwashed judaic children

buried with another mould

Or like that, you crap on them.

You're going to decision the calves' boulders.

(the city of Pergamon) in Berlin –

You set the barracks in Treblinka

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