Bitch of Belsen

A poetic response to the short story, “sound of the hollyhocks” by Hugh Garner

My roomate listens to the wispers of flowers

The hollycocks and the dandylions

They tell stories of the past

Erie memories of what has transpired

The painful truths too dark

For him to let go

He speaks of deep sorrow

And the one to which he will never return

The bitch of Belsen

The one that Haunts him

In his wakehood

And in his sleep