1944

They were crumpled and lying

hummingbird expressions

lined skeletal faces

no horror, no shock

only a blank sallow

only death can give.

The ovens had cooked them

bleached boned them

leaving them naked and prey

to the self-righteous

maggots

clicking one frame at a time.

What does God say?

I’m sorry?

I’m sorry for you

chosen to lie entangled

in tombs?

bulldozers scrape

bulldozers scrape

into an eternal ditch

no coffins

no single rose.