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
