Resurrection of Moshe gimp
The Einsatzgrupen rounded up
the Juden of SWIEBODZIN.
They first led out the men and boys
The younger children crying.
The Germans forced us to disrobe,
I saw my Father naked.
We faced a pit dug in the ground
then began the murder.
My father pushed me to the ground
as machine gun fire raked the line.
I found myself beneath the pile
of the bleeding, dead and dying.
A single gunshot here and there
They finished all who moved.
But I played dead convincingly
My Dad would have approved.
When the Germans tossed in lime and dirt
I didn’t make a sound.
There was air, foul, but fit to breathe,
beneath the earthen mound.
I listened till I could be sure
The assassins all had gone.
I struggled up toward the light
past the bleeding, dead and gone.
Once clear I raced towards the woods
to find a place to hide.
By grace of G-d, a righteous man
For pity, took my side.
With fake name and faked papers
I made it through alive.
Now I am here, Moshe Gimp
To speak for all who died
poem by John F. McCullagh
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