A/N: I wrote this after a visit to Auschwitz on a school trip in 1999. It just resurfaced in an old exercise book. I had to put it up, it´s not very good, but there you go. It´s a difficult subject to write about. Please review and tell me what you think.


The cabinet stands against a wall,
in a room.
It is an old cabinet,
Weary with the weight of what it holds.
The glass is smudged and stained
by those who want to see.
This place,
a pilgrimage of sorrow, we made.
And saw the cabinet there.

"Usable clothes"
of babies.
Who died on the breath of a hateful God
at Auschwitz,
Sixty years ago.