The smell of filth,
liquid thick,
is lost to exhaustion.
I fear the light
through dirt smudged glass
they stare at me.
I try to appear ugly
to blend with splintered wood
To mix among
all the others
like garbage floating
in a bay of humanity.
Yesterday,
one hundred and twenty-one
walked willingly
into the chambers;
maybe tomorrow
salvation will call
and we will all
stand in line.
Remember:
Hitler was one of us!









6 old applause
