While I was busy being born 
You were being executed
Lee Miller saw you in cold light
Back to the wall
You face four riflemen
Wearing long black overcoats 
Hats down against the wind
They aim at your miserable body
People’s Court brings
Retribution
A bishop in white robes with
Embroidered seams remains transfixed
Arms crossed thanking his god 
For immunity 
The town turned out to watch you die
They had seen you
Shaking hands with Adolph 
They saw the trains crossing the border 
They felt your boot 
On their necks and felt fear for their future
My mother told me
It had stopped snowing outside.

Roger Huddle from Lee Miller exhibition Tate Britain 2026