Holocaust Day

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I was there in Auschwitz
50 years on, but I was there

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I smelled fresh cut grass
But it was my senses, scythed

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I felt the screams
I saw the ghosts
I touched the terror
I tasted the hate ….

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I heard the silence

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 My emotions were in turmoil
Yet they were as focused
And as receptive, as never before

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 And I was as far from football, as I’ve ever been


Commemorating Holocaust Day, January 27th 2004

should anyone unfamiliar with my poetry ever read this,
and not understand the closing line, or feel it too trite,
then I should explain that football has always been my life
and that pretty much everything in my life has revolved around football.

Until that day.

Nothing, but nothing, prepares you for the intensity of emotion that sweeps over you.

A salutary inscription above the museum reads :

“He who does not remember history is bound to live it again”.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/holocaust-day/