Holding that child will cost your life,
young woman… a slave of the camp warned Mary
on the ramp, before the selection. Today
that advice resounds a thousandfold.
When Mengele sent off Mary
and the Child towards the left,
the Saviour was even born
in the Carpenter's empty arms.
translated from the Hungarian by Thomas Land
If you have any comments on this poem, Thomas Land would be
pleased to hear them.