Mud from Mauthausen

Red stains rise on the fine linen
where it met the brickwork,
Loosely wrapped around

skin and bones,
A living fear standing – just –
Before the brute of shouts,

Fuelled by a white rage, to be
pointed and sprayed,
With fists,

Pressing sore shoulders and arms
to the wall,
Screaming deafening violence that drips

with spit into a now
featureless face,
Throwing her frozen frame

to the barb enclosed dirt.

barber wire mauthausen

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