A March in the Snow

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It is here where the birds refuse to fly, and the animals, graze  

  

For on this spot people have died 

  

There was no one here to save

 

 The tattered souls of the depraved

 

  ...........  

 

Blacks shoes reflecting in the sun  

 

As they walk, ride, and drive they flourish their guns  

 

The michlings, the musselmen... they run  

 

Soleless-  

 

Worn thin-  

 

Are they, their very supports, beings, beliefs stolen on this ejective trip   

 

One to eradicate as they suffer under the exterminating whip  

 

Belonging to those who ran the chambers, the ovens, the barracks, the camps  

 

And who forced them on this trip  

 

...  

 

Trains, no longer necessary  

 

As the cruel men's adversaries are advancing  

 

No. Cattle runs are simpler  

 

There are no rules but  

 

-run--do not fall behind  

 

-never whine  

 

-don't step out of line  

 

The result will be something, a lone snuff, a bullet to the head  

 

...  

 

The random pop reflects across the bark of the evergreens 

 

 A a boom, a burst, a blast from the barrel, and another dead Jew falls into icy soil  

 

Yet still they march.  

 

With the snow seeping...  

 

Green feet festering...  

 

The killing cold...  

 

Could nature really kill these unfortunate souls?  

 

...  

 

The further into the forest  

 

The more the virgin snow grows pink  

 

The more it crunches by the force of withered feet  

 

The thuds of falling corpses  

 

Falling from the fire of a rifle.   

 

On the way to Loslau, where the trains will all meet  

 

...  

 

The fourth day--the final arrival  

 

The Stapo’s last effort to make the reich survive   

 

The 60,000 now at 45  15,000 dead--one in four gone  

 

The remains are shoved into the freezing rail cars and sent to die another day  

 

To Mauthausen, Dachau, Belsen they go   

 

As long as they are gone and the evidence destroyed  

 

But the Reds were just a 9 days away  

 

So close, so far were they  

 

On that woeful day  

 

...........  

 

Animals know  

 

People do not  

 

Of the crimes committed here seven decades ago  

 

And as the grey atmosphere envelops the sullen environment  

 

A lone yarrow grows

 

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