Title: the name given by the Nazis to that specially chosen group of women forced into helping the soldiers in their war effort.

Joy Division.

She had to be enthusiastic,
To appear interested and stimulated
To avoid the fists, the kicks, the worse:
She became expert at the simulated
She could move,
She could moan,
She could encourage a quick end
To be left alone
Just that extra few minutes
Before the next in the queue
Started his rough-eager,
Sensitive-absent screw.

She wasn't Jewish
So the chamber wasn't her final solution;
A Pole, Catholic, entered as relief for the guards:
On her back a spinal pollution
To keep the masters
From frustration
Or from picking Hebrew homosexuals
To populate their lust-station.

There was no Sabbath
Of rest or respite
And no halt sounded:
It carried on despite
Monthly considerations
A few turned up their noses
But most, in animal ignoring,
Continued smelling roses.

How she thought the others coped,
She didn't know, didn't ask:
Her numbing concentration taught her
How to complete the task.
The them became the one;
Each different was changed
Into just him:
The many rearranged
Into the same head,
The same stubble
On the held neck
As she prayed for rubble
To take the place
Of the camp -
At a time when her held-back tears would be free
To glint in the flicker of the lamp.

13:07, Tue. 03/11/2015.

Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2015-11-06 at 12:08

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very well written and conveys just how she must have felt. There is nothing that one can say that adequately describes the horror that those poor women experienced. All of mankind should hang their head in shame knowing that something like this happened not so long ago. To me powerful poetry like this is at the top of my list. The work that illuminates injustices.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This very powerful. Well done.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
P.S: Anna - did not '' put out '' , no small reason , dad fell in love. A post war romantic love story - only out the sex.
Ken :) ;)

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
The entertainer name was Anna - who's father was interned in Canada. She after the war my father met her - my dad fell in love with her. Though no relatanship develepde - much to dads regret - dad keep a photo of her beside him till day he died. My mother burnt the phto , as soon hasmt hather died. Anyway , back to 149 , or thear abouts , one day , Anna side auversane , David , and Anna , went in suerch of her famiky , dad never heard from her. Dad met when he went out to traide , the balck markt was in full swing , and dad was given the job of supying the ship with the booz for an onburd party , fags , chokalet and &co , the meenz given by the crew.
Ken :) ;)

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Thear werr those Germans - did what they could only give the finger - others like the German boxer Max Smeling - who hid Jews though out the war - Max smelings was not the only one - one woman who had been an entertainer with her father - was askde to entertaine the troops - she refused! little she could do to fight Hitler and his like - the little - she could do - saying NO , was all she could do. A grupe of studants - scated anyty Hitler leaflets on the floor of the exchange - arrested and sent to a consertashan camp , all six beheaded - DONT forget - the Germans WHO stood up and were counted!