THREE BLURRED IMAGES by ERNST VOLLAND


                                  Images burnt into the collected memory become icons
                                                                                                Ernst Volland


                                              DEATH MASK OF JEWISH FRAULEIN


                                                                        oil rag hair
                                                      eye sockets gouged pits, goggles
                                                                gash or loon’s rictus
                                                                     despair’s ghost


                                                                   DEATH CAMP

                                                     concrete posts bowed at the neck
                                                                  barbed wire yaws
                                                   bundles of skin and bone strung up


                                                            
                                                            AURA OF BLACK ASH 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          three Holocaust girls or shrivelled crones
                                                                   shadows eat face
                                                                shadows stump arms
    shadows shave legs to drumsticks


                       
                                                Michael Small
Berlin, September 12-October 16, 2005

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