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PigtailBy: Tadeusz Rozewicz When all the women in the transporthad their heads shavedfour workmen with brooms made of birchtwigsswept upand gathered up the hairBehind clean glassthe stiff hair liesof those suffocated in gas chambersthere are pins and side combsin this hairThe hair is not shot through with lightis not parted by the breezeis not touched by any handor rain or lipsIn huge chestsclouds of dry hairof those suffocatedand a faded plaita pigtail with a ribbonpulled at schoolby naughty boys.