A poem about the Khaibakh Massacre on February 27,1944 during the Operation Lentil (the mass deportation of Chechen nation to Central Asia and Sibiria on February 1944). As it was impossible to convoy deportees to the railway stations on the plain due to a snowstorm, 700 villagers, including women and children, were locked in the stable and burned alive, while those trying to escape were shot.<\/p>\n
.<\/span><\/p>\n Khaibakh!<\/strong><\/p>\n I know nothing, not where head or foot Apti Bisultanov<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A poem about the Khaibakh Massacre on February 27,1944 during the Operation Lentil (the mass deportation of Chechen nation to Central Asia and Sibiria on February 1944). As it was impossible to convoy deportees to the railway stations on the plain due to a snowstorm, 700 villagers, including women and children, were locked in the stable and burned alive, while those trying to escape were shot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1836,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[85,483],"class_list":["post-1835","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poems","tag-apti-bisultanov","tag-khaibakh"],"views":3222,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1835","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1835"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1835\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12270,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1835\/revisions\/12270"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1836"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1835"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1835"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1835"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nA beak gnaws away at my heart
\nSharp claws force out a scream
\nMy song resounds over ruins
\nSoft tissue oozing from spine
\nNo pain remains, no fear,
\nWings fanning ash
\nEchoes catching cries:
\n\u201cKhaibakh, ach, Khaibakh, ach, Khaibakh!
\nBodies \u2013 people, animals \u2013 burning!
\nPrayers for the dead burning!
\nGraves of our fathers burning!\u201d
\nI must stand \u2013 am nothing but bones
\nMust walk \u2013 my knees are crushed.
\nRocks towering form a dungeon
\nShadows flickering enclose me:
\n\u201cWho is your father? His name?\u201d
\n\u201cLeave me be, ghosts of the dead.
\nWould you shatter my skull?\u201d
\nGradually the ghosts assume form.<\/p>\n