From
the heavens fell
Men with devilish grins.
White patches of silk
Popped open against the red German sky.
The Devils in Baggy Pants had come
But there was a devil lurking far below.
The neighbors said, “We knew nothing”
And the devilish met the devil.
Boots marched, the shattered apple blossoms drifted down
They claimed no knowledge of May’s flowers, of apple blossoms or even the dead.
But, that day the Devils in Baggy Pants had come
And
the neighbors would be forced to see their neighbors
To see the gaping mouths of the unburied dead between the flowers of May
To see the trail the devil left when he fled.
The friends, families and neighbors of Ludwigslust would know
Men with devilish grins.
White patches of silk
Popped open against the red German sky.
The Devils in Baggy Pants had come
But there was a devil lurking far below.
The neighbors said, “We knew nothing”
And the devilish met the devil.
Just
a neighbor’s walk from their homes in Ludwigslust
Past
manicured avenues, cascades, and canals
Reflecting
pools that could only see the brilliant blue of the sky
And
not the devil next door that no one, of course, no one knew.
Boots marched, the shattered apple blossoms drifted down
Carpeting
the shattered devil’s camp
Carpeting
a thousand men, if not more, dead, dying, starving and starved
Deprived
of even the food one would give to a dog.
Bodies
tortured, stacked five rows high in the barrack
Strewn
with soiled rags and fragrant white petals
The
flowers of Maiwein sprung from hollows of shallow graves.
But
what did the neighbors in Ludwigslust know of Wöbbelin?
The
villagers claimed no knowledge of its existence.They claimed no knowledge of May’s flowers, of apple blossoms or even the dead.
But, that day the Devils in Baggy Pants had come
To see the gaping mouths of the unburied dead between the flowers of May
To see the trail the devil left when he fled.
The friends, families and neighbors of Ludwigslust would know
What
they claimed they could not ever know
That
the devil’s work had been done
That
their land howled with the voices of the dead
Note:
After the Battle of Anzio the 504th Regiment of the 82nd
Airborne Division acquired the
nickname "The Devils in Baggy Pants," taken from an entry found in
the diary of a German officer killed there: "American
parachutists...devils in baggy pants...are less than 100 meters from my outpost
line. I can't sleep at night; they pop up from nowhere and we never know when
or how they will strike next. Seems like the black-hearted devils are
everywhere..." In 1991, the 82nd Airborne Division was
recognized as a liberating unit by the US Army’s Center of Military History and
the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in 1991. May 1945 refers to the
month the Wöbbelin concentration camp was liberated.
I hadn't known about this chapter of history, Marian. This is beautifully written, and I love the images: "white patches of silk," "shattered apple blossoms drifted down," "...the gaping mouths of the unburied dead between the flowers of May." Haunting.
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