Dietrich’s Lament


My grandpa used to tell me a story – one his told him and his before back to the beginning.

It was about a train.

Men came – marched into the villages and towns – dragged away the people marked by stars, people different than them. The Star people – men, women, children – were shoved onto a Train in huge wooden boxes.

They were jammed in so tight they couldn’t sit down. To sleep they had to lean against each other.

No place to go

to the bathroom.

The trained carried them – fueled by steam and stones – to a camp where the Gunmen separated them, took all their clothes, tortured them. The Star people died

in heaps on the floors

of chambers filled by gas.


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