The one piece of music that churns my stomach
is Schubert’s Quintet in C.
Since my grandmother told me
this is what Nazi officers played full volume
to drown out the moans of millions of Jews
as they were led into those rooms.
No matter how stirring a pitch the violins reach,
or how plangently the rasping cellos sigh –
I see their gaunt naked forms fall like flies
in a poisonous fog, reduced to cow pat
lining the floors, then shit-shovelled into pits –
while the whole movement plays over and again
never reaching the end, like a scratched record
that keeps jumping back.
From Adam Wyeth’s forthcoming poetry collection, Silent Music.
Adam Wyeth will be launching his book with a wine reception on Saturday 19th February 2pm FREE event, all welcome.