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Your death
Was a horror
They tied
Your hands
To plunge
A steel bar
Down your gullet
Without gas
Without mercy
Without delay
They had to do this
For your heart pounded with power
To devour
Air your lungs
Could no longer
In collective desperation
They settled you
To rest
And oxygenized you
To death
Before you could
Struggle to say again
And I love you
And I love you
And goodbye
Your going out
Our going out
Your inner trumpets
Our inner trumpets
Whose woeful tones
Declare these agonies
G-d may smile
At these Holocausts
Yet we
Who are more terrorbound
To pierce the ear drum.

Irwin R. Shaw - June 6th 1982