Auschwitz in my Dreams

Living in comfort and luxury,
Enhanced by the good life and liberty
My life's course runs along happily,
Yet, often in the still of the night
Or by the dawn's early light,
I wake frightened, sweaty and damp
When in my horrid dreams
I'm back in the concentration camp,
Bodies hanging on barbed wire,
The smoke of burning flesh
Rising skyward - higher and higher,
The naked rushed into the gas chambers,
The steady burning of the ovens' fire,
Those six million of my honored dead,
They'll never leave my dreams - my bed...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz