his father told him
not to worry
and to meet him
everyday
after dinner
by the fence
that separated
where the boys lived
and the men lived
and so he did
everyday
and the minutes
they had together
were all that was left
his mother
and sister
were somewhere else
in that awful place
where people screamed
and disappeared
and there was very little food
and it was cold
and he had to pretend
to be older
like his father told him
because younger boys
are taken somewhere
and never return
he did not know why
they were taken from their home
so many
such a long trip
filth
agony
sickness
pain
despair
death
so each day
he went to that fence
for many months
as his father grew thinner
and his mother
and sister
were somewhere else
I love you, said father
be strong
be brave
work hard
come tomorrow
my son
and so he did
except his father
was not there
that day
or the next day
or any other day
again
and all that he had
was all gone
in that awful place
called Auschwitz
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
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Damnit dad. IMO this is one the best things you’ve ever written, but it chokes me up everytime I read it, which then leads to an awkward conversation at work about my allergies acting up and no I’m not really crying at my desk…
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That you can feel this says much about you Matt. I guess you know my heart well enough to know how this rips me apart, and is part of who I am at my very core. Good thing I can change that overwhelming grief into anger and say that this will NEVER happen again, but only if we never forget.
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Powerful! Amen to what you say at the end!
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Thank you.
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beautifully done, makes my stomach hurt.
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Thanks Christina.
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I’ve read quite a bit on the subject and this fits right in there, Mike…very well done…and heart-breaking. Thank you.
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We have both read quite a bit about this. Thank you Scott.
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I’m sure we have…my brother. You’re welcome.
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WOW!! Beautifully written about a very sad time.
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Thanks, the lady Neuner.
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That’s awful, but really well written, very emotional in so few words. You’re really good at this, Mike.
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This one is personal and visceral. Your next cup of tea and scone is my treat Lorna.
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So sad 😦
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So true. We can read it, but we can’t imagine it. It was a million times more horrible than anything I might be able to write, but I thank you for the read and comment.
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Beautifully written. Thanks so much for sharing it.
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Thank you for reading it.
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Heart wrenching…
part of history that was and will forever haunt
and we still don’t get it do we …
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We are a very long way from getting it. We will all perish before we do.
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very touching.. until I got to the end, I was thinking it was about Africa..
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So you were not touched because it was about Jews?
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oh of course that is very touching. Auschwitz is a horror that should never be forgotten. all I am saying is that when I began to read your poem my first thought was that it was about Africa.. I am sorry if I offended you.
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Oh no offense taken, I just needed to clarify what you were saying. We are good selah. Thank you for this.
And I so acknowledge that there continues to be horrors perpetrated all over the world, it seems. Africa is gruesome and unimaginable.
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WOW! You really know how to deliver things! I understood what it was about right after I read the word “fence”, but I still got chills on my back when I got to the end of it.
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Thank you sweet princess. For a 20 year old you are doing pretty damn good with your ability to ‘feel’. And I so appreciate your comment.
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So touching… and I can see in this poetical pictures… Will never forgotten… You expressed so nice. Thank you dear Mike. Love, nia
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As always, thank you Nia.
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You were able to communicate the horrors of the Holocaust in a heartbreaking story of few words. I am stunned and quite moved.
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Those words formed deep in my soul and basted for all my years.
What really is stunning is the quality of your comment.
Changing gears……that picture of you in your very first post….at a bar, drink in hand…..when was that taken?
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Geez, it feels like it was 5 years ago, but it was this last New Year’s eve, maybe the day before.
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You got it going on e, please forgive me for saying so.
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…must have been the Bloody Mary! 😉
Thank you, Mike!
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sigh…
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I’m there.
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Beautiful words Mike… the ending was somber!! I visited the Dachau camp in Germany on one of my many trips to Europe and I think every human being should pay a visit to remember what happened and what can never be allowed to happen again! Seeing it in person and standing there is a different experience.
Sorry about the rant… hate is just an ugly thing!!!
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And the voices of those who were there grow more faint as time takes them. No doubt you had a powerful experience at Dachau. I would lose it there. Some things deserve a good rant, this is one of them. Thanks B.
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Michael, Thank you for writing. It was a terrible time in history and you portrayed it as it was…….Thanks again. Keep up the good work……
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Marian!! What a nice surprise, Mimi. Thank you.
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I also knew where you were taking us. This reminded me of a movie I rented recently, “Boy in the Striped Pajamas.” Instead of a father and son at the fence, it is about two young boys on opposite sides. I was so consumed by sadness. Your poem has the same impact. FYI: Google Eva Moses Kor and CANDLES Museum in Terre Haute, Indiana.
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I will google that. I have seen the movie you reference. Thank you Sheila.
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This is so well written. Check out http://xdfoto.wordpress.com/no-blog-just-photos/ He has a couple of photos from the hollocoust museum in Miami. The pictures with the hand.
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Yeah, that picture with the hand is quite the image. Thank you for your read and comment.
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my thought? OMG. Very powerful, Mike
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Thank you. As you can tell it comes from a very deep place.
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the best stuff always does.
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Powerful and emotional to the core, Mike. An excellent piece. It sends shivers to my heart. We must never forget the horrors of what these strong, loving people went through. Thanks for sharing your awesome writing.
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You are the awesome one Judy with your generous comment. Thank you.
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Mike, I’m deeply moved by your writing. All Gone is a gripping, powerfully written poem. Thank you for sharing this with us. We will not forget.
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Thank you. Great comment and all I could ask for.
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This is how the subject should be taught. Just beautiful. Cannot be read, the way you wrote it, without feeling it deeply.
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And I can’t read it either without reacting emotionally. Thanks Sylver.
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Stark and gut wrenching Mike. There was a time when I used to be obsessed with everything on the subject. Couldn’t comprehend the depths to which humanity could sink.
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I have known others too who have been obsessed with this event. I wonder if feeling that depth doesn’t change us in some way.
Thank you.
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Total, period …… Sense of loss flows off the page.
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And it all spilled into my soul. Thanks Tim.
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Powerful, moving and is still incomprehensible…brings a tear, Mike~
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Has brought me many tears. And a certain amount of pure rage. Your comment however brings some joy and validation. Thank you so much.
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Incredible, really, stunning in the way it deserves. I have read too much for my own good on the subject and you have written a moving piece that is haunting – we should all be haunted by this so as to never forget. Thanks for sharing here.
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I too have read too much for my own good. That horror and the suffering live at my core, and I feel those souls.
You and I might never forget, but as time goes by I fear that new generations will instead never know.
You read something that is very personal for me and your comment is more appreciated than you might imagine, so a deep thank you.
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*tears* Thank you for giving us a glimpse of the fence. (Lest we forget.)
Thanks for stopping by my site. 🙂
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I tear too when I read it. That fence is never far from me.
Your comment means the world to me. Thank you.
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You liked my post and so I followed you here. Why I tapped into “All Gone” first I do not know. But I am with those who found the emotion conveyed by so few words a poignant and perfect expression! I knew before the bottom what the last word might be, but that didn’t dull the impact seeing there it was. The father is proud of the boy on the other side of the fence!
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That period of time and the horror inflicted on so many is well beyond anything we can know. Yet I feel it deep inside of me, and am never far from the maddening terror.
Thank you Judy.
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Mike, I couldn’t punch the like button because it seemed disrespectful to say “like’ to a poem about such a shocking part of our history. It still shames me that man could do that to man. Your piece left me feeling sad and confused all over again and then I remembered some of the amazing stories of courage and empowerment which arose from such ugliness and I was able to breathe again, breathe in and remember to always maintain a hope for humainty in the site of such tragedy, suffering and utter human ugliness, because in that mix, there will always be something of beauty and redemption. God bless u and may we never forget or excuse such travesty.
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Thank you for this. You are right on every count and I appreciate your sentiment more than you know.
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You said it so well. Nothing else needed to remind us of the horror that could be repeated if we do not learn from this lesson.
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Thank you for this comment which means more to me than you know. I so greatly appreciate it.
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Beautifully sad and emotive, thank you Mike
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Thank you Ian. Comes from a deep place.
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I can tell, well done. I have learned so much reading it. Ian
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