"Leningrad Cemetery, Winter of 1941" by Sharon Olds
That winter, the dead could not be buried.
The ground was frozen, the gravediggers weak from hunger,
the coffin wood used for fuel. So they were covered with
and taken on a child’s sled to a cemetery
in the sub-zero air. They lay on the soil,
some of them wrapped in dark cloth
bound with rope like the tree’s ball of roots
when it waits to be planted; others wound in sheets,
their pale, gauze, tapered shapes
stiff as cocoons that will split down the center
when the new life inside is prepared;
but most lay like corpses, their coverings
coming undone, naked calves
hard as corded wood spilling
from under a cloak, a hand reaching out
with no sign of peace, wanting to come back
even to the bread made of glue and sawdust,
even to the icy winter and the siege.
This project was created by Cameron Martin, a Senior in Mrs. Parker's 5b AP Literature class. Being interested in world history and infatuated with technology, I felt that this poem would be a good way to express my interest in both subjects. Using my technology knowledge, I aim to create works similar to the one you see on this page, works that draw the viewer in, exposing them to situations and themes that may make them uncomfortable. Although sad and morbid, sometimes we as human beings need a little push, in order to learn more about ourselves and the world around us.