Eva Ginzova

One Transport . . .
After another ,
Started to arrive now .
Hungarians and Frenchmen ,
Slovaks and Poles ,
And Czechs, too .
No one from our family ,
But the number . . .
. . . of dead among them !
A whole pile in every car -
Dressed in rags ,
And barefoot 
Or in broken clogs . . .
Such a terrible sight -
Hardly no one had ever seen .

I wish I could express
on this paper ,
All the things that happening
Inside of me .
But I'm not talented enough to do that .