This poem is taken from Stand 228, 18(4) December 2020 - February 2021.

Jack Debney Two Poems
Singende Pferde

In Buchenwald, prisoners were forced to sing at their work, as they pulled the heavy carts. They were nicknamed ’singede pferde’ by their guards: the ‘singing horses’.

Out of the mist,
                        the singing horses.     Listen.
Don’t say you can’t hear them,
that the greyness stinging us with harmless cold annuls them.

Thin, tremulous sounds
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