When all the women
from the transport had their heads shaved
four workers
with brooms made from linden twigs
swept and gathered up the hair
Behind the clean glass
lies the stiff hair of those gassed
in the gas chambers
there are pins and bone combs
in this hair
No light shines through it
no...
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