Barracks in a Subcamp of Auschwitz and Some Lines from Gerald Stern’s Poem, “Soap”

My counterpart was born in 1925

in a city in Poland—I don’t like to see him born

in a little village fifty miles from Kiev

and have to fight so wildly just for access

to books, I don’t want to see him struggle

half his life to see a painting or just to

sit in one of the plush chairs listening to music.

He was dragged away in 1940

and turned to some use in 1941 . . .

About Santi Tafarella

I teach writing and literature at Antelope Valley College in California.
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