Wide-eyed and innocent he stands
on the vessels of scrutiny.
He watches the mindless precision of the Brown Shirts
as they march to the death of their own free will,
structurally waving goodbye to their humanity.
He holds the hand of his friend.
The pretty one, with the dark eyes and playful curls.
Having been each other’s playground protection
for eight years,
they cling to each other for assurance of familiarity
in a sea of unfamiliar thoughts, symbols and insignia.
The power, passion and position
in the emotionless eyes of the marching puppets
cause his pale blue eyes to flicker.
Scraps of his dignity flash before him,
forcing him to relive the mortification of
juvenile incidents in school corridors.
Seeing the wild admiration in his eyes,
she intently fastens her hold on him.
Desperately trying to keep the thought
of her presence in his
Impressionable and volatile mind.
Visions cloud her deep brown eyes.
Nightmares of a young blonde-haired,
pale blue-eyed man
in an impenetrable mud green suit of armour
send shivers of terror through her.
Her love, her light,
marches raptly in front of her.
With every orchestrated step and salute
he loses fragments of his compassion
and shards of his courage.
Coming back to reality,
she no longer feels his warmth on her hand.
In front of her she notices
an outstretched, raised right arm,
structurally waving goodbye to his humanity.
– Robyn Paterson
this is a poem i wrote for a history assignment. we were asked to creatively respond to a visit to our local Holocause Centre.