Babyn Yar

Sonja Dunn
From:   Uncivilizing. Insomniac Press, 1997.

Babyn Yar
Babyn Yar
Babyn Yar
to celbrate th slaughter
the drums beat
the tanks roar
the aircraft circle
to mask deafening reports
from Nazi soldiers' guns
"We are drunk
we stangger
we become inhuman
we cannot hear
we cannot really see
these unclothed bodies
of the maimed
of the women
of the children
of gypsies Jerws Ukrainians
falling
falling
falling
into Babyn Yar"

A Canadian writer
I stand on Babyn Yar

It is said that beneath us
we can find brains
babies' shoes
embroidered nanies' blouses
under us lie
the ravaged

Nakedness made them invisible

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