Elie, ashamed and guilty, harshly brings thick unwanted soup to his dying father
Staggering, suffocating, surrounded, solitary, squandered, starved
I am in disbelief that anyone could be so strong to be strained, starved, yelled at, beaten, bruised, wounded, whipped, scarred, and tormented and walk out alive.
Death is the devastating result for man’s need of the tiniest, stale crust of bread
Afraid that his father was dead in his blanket, I sunk, praying it was not true
They stand frozen with undeserving power, holding fear in the shape of a rifle.
‘Free at last’ (Weisel, 112)