The Chimney
			To my friend Hannah Ungar

			Daily behind the barracks	
			I see fire and smoke abound,
			Jews, stoop down your necks,
			You will be gassed and burned.
			Don't you see in the haze
			A torture torn face?
			Doesn't it call with derision:
			Five millions already devoured.
			Auschwitz is held in its vices -	
			Everything, everything is cinder.	

			Daily behind barbed wire
			The sun climbs up in purple.
			But its light pales and fades,
			Shoots up the flame in front.
			The warm light of life doesn’t
			Count in Auschwitz any more.
			Look over to the reddish flame,
			Its chimney engulfes all hues,
			Auschwitz is held in its vices -	
			Everything, everything is cinder.	



			(in Auschwitz 1944)
			Ruth Klüger (1931 - ) 
			(translated by U. F. 2019)

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