Aspang Bahnhof

Aspang Bahnhof

In commemoration of 10,000 Jews

taken from Aspang railway station

In Vienna…1939-1942…

they never came back

 

The past has never gone

The wounds have never healed

I stay standing

With all my historical stabs

Bleeding as fresh as…days of the events

 

my memories are me

and I am nothing but…

strong links… in between

yesterday…today and tomorrow

 

when the fires… of yesterday

spread their flames in me… today

the repetitions… of explosions…go on and on

and the agonies…are never drowned in silence

I hear the trains… whistling in Aspang

and I see the trains

with a chest full of steam… opening

big white umbrellas

over the enormous heavy sighs

the platforms…palpitating

with sorrow…separation … sorrow …anxiety

heavy sounds of… black boots heals

harsh… aggressive… dominant voices

racist supporters of capitals

savage… brutal…urge divisions

the loving lines are cut

 

mothers are taken

fathers are taken

there she is

there she is

Jacob’s mother…he is only one month old

where is he?

They took him away… from my arms

now the five little kids…are alone… at the house

children… are separated…

to be the witnesses

of smoking chimneys

with them…who are… just the numbers

 

this horror…this brutality

this harsh noble race criminality

in hidden darks…and shameless bights

dragging and dragging… till to day

searching new ways …

for sitting again… on the wings of tomorrows

 

where are they taking you

my gipsy friends

you always… loved our music

listen to the latest one…

trains…

trains of sorrows

trains of sighs

trains of miseries…agonies

trains of…weeping eyes

trains of …anxieties

trains of… bleeding hearts

trains of…losing… connections…eternal separations

trains of ... cutting… ties

trains of…trains of…

goodbye… adieu… my comrade

where is… the destination?

 

farewell… be brave… my comrade

not far …is the destination

                         Mauthausen …the place of execution

chik… chak…. Chik…chak

now is moving train

small red scarf…in his waving hand                

…becomes a red star                      

as moving train

 

 

 

 

Farah Notash

Vienna, November 2008

Poem Book 6

www.farah-notash.com

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