27th of January
On a freezing cold day minus twenty,
I visited the compound, paying respects
Steel tracks guided me,
Through an archway to doom,
What were they thinking?
Imagined trains, whistling steam
Depositing bodies from far and near,
Surely one would imagine,
Too horrific to happen,
What were they thinking?
Remnants of living, lake of sin
This wasn’t living all squashed in,
Imagined beings, howling in anguish
Many departed pyres and pits,
What were they thinking?
