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Several years ago I was in Prague staying with a friend who lives there.. He invited me for a trip out to a place called Terezin . It is a walled town, and was used for imprisonment in both World Wars .. the Nazis used it in the 2nd War to house Jews, dissidents and Resistance fighters.. Many died of sickness and disease in the terrible and overcrowded situations, many were shot or killed , and thousands took the journey from here to the Extermination sites..

I went to the Museum , a simple place that deeply affected me, with it’s children art  and photograhs and accounts of the horrors that took place here and in other places …  A remarkable matter is that the Jews being held here established their own council to make representations and deal with matters of concern , but also many of the very gifted captives used their talent in artistically creative ways 


O Terezin

You place of sin

Of death and degradation

Holding place

For terror camps

For Jewish execution

“ The Final Solution

Of the Jewish Question”

Young and old

Side by side

Unaware of genocide

Children leapfrog



Into fratricide

O Terezin

Fortress camp

Served as Jewish ghetto



For mass extermination

Demonic torment

Brutal treatment

Dignity repressed

O Terezin

Your famine

Your death

Disease and excrement

The torture

And the nakedness


Screams and cries

Squeezed like cattle

Sent to die

‘Sie wurden in den Transport eingereicht…’

Began the note

To those whose plight

Would be a one-way

Train to Auswitz


O Terezin

You living Hell

Your Machiavellian posturing

The charade the lies

The twisting of the knife

To cover the Evil of your ways



You could not


The spirit of your captives

Who snubbed their noses

At your evil and depravity

And broke out into song and dance..

As their last chance at freedom

And of life ….

With poignant levity

The people made their puppet shows

Their vaudeville

Their operas

Their concerts and their pantomimes

While poets uttered rhymes …

Most touchingly the children drew

Their chilling record

Of your crimes

Their gifted plays

Their satire of your ways


And in the end 

The Final Solution

Had its own


O Terezin 

You could not win              


john nuttall May 2018

hide and seek

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Father comes to find me

As a child off I run to find a place 

in the game of hide and seek

I settle down within a space

Hear my thumping heartbeat


Keep very still in anticipation…


Coming ready or not …


Within the isolation

A heightening of self - awareness 

Atuning all my senses

Turn my ear to hear

Expectation and preparedness 

Akin to fear

Distant footsteps coming near


Am I cold or hot ?...


Calm my breathing

Keep very still

Here is the hunter

Ready for the kill

Here is the enemy 

Trying to find me

Hide my body

Hands over my face 

Deciding when to come out of hiding

And run back to base

Now's the moment 

From solitude and stillness

To an explosion, a flurry

I burst from the hiding 

And hurry

Down the stairs across the hall

He’s too late, I’m closing in

And reach the base before him 


OK I’m on … 5   10   15   20   25   30 


Now I’m the hunter on the run

I know just where to find him

My little brother, innocent one


He’s in the place where I just hid 

He simply doesn’t ‘get’ what the game is

So I pretend I don’t know where he hides

And look in different places 


He thinks he will be there all day

And so he makes some noises

You're getting warmer

And thus becomes an easy prey 


It’s almost like 

He cannot stand 

The silence, the suspense,

The hanging around


OR is it simply


He just wants to be found