415ab159___ils_of_death__Nothing_to_fear_
Death March Los! Los! Hurry! Run! Leave a death camp march down the road die along the way a bullet in the head yet more merciful than another camp more hideous for those alive. Los! Los! Hurry! Run! Desert another camp tossed on to a train just chattel to move one place to another yet no work to do just march on aimlessly one foot, then another one step, no bullet. Los! Los! Hurry! Run! East, west, north, south run this way, that way danger here, there don�t fall, don�t delay keep standing, stagger one foot, then another don�t accept a bullet in back of the head. Los! Los! Hurry! Kill! The Last Train It was cold that November morn and the ground was white with pure snow, covering the harshness of the platform and trails. It was the last train for Birkenau slowly passing through the gate leading to Hell along snow covered rails. Hungarian Jews it was announced this last train, destined for the showers; no selection here, no work to do. Into the showers they go to clean and prevent disease another lie to hide evil intentions. Pack the room with naked bodies slam the doors shut and listen to the death throes. Silence�that is all that�s left as the doors are slung open making visible a grisly scene of bodies atop bodies. Silence�a reverence for these here, as the remains are stacked upon the cart, like cordwood destined for the ovens. Silence--no one speaks or looks upon the faces of these people suppressing inner convulsions fearing the same treatment. These were the last it is announced as the call for sonderkommaandos to prepare for the showers. Silence�for these were the last of the witnesses all dead except a few who struggled to stay alive.
Wiggling Earth They were teenagers when forced to shovel dirt upon bodies that still moved with a frequent moan as armed guards walked back and forth pushing them harder. They were told to speak not of that day, to forget what they saw men, women, and children, wasted bodies thrown into the deep pit some dead, some alive. And time passed and grass grew covering the pit with weeds and flowers and people went about their own way by the quiet, green meadow no thought of those there. Some looked out kitchen windows at the field where cattle grazed and memories of another time so many years before when they were forced to bury innocents alone. They remembered that time a lifetime ago, and they can see the meadow wiggles still.
Nothing to Fear Nothing to fear a pact of friendship non-aggression between two powers poised to squeeze out all life between them. Nothing to fear friendship ended a show of force one strong, one weak poised to erase life before them. Nothing to fear as birds of hell sweep from a fiery sky and dinosaurs of steel belch awesome fire rolling forward. Nothing to fear as a Hun hoard rolls on unstoppably followed by gods of hell as death head squads leave trails of death. Nothing to fear.