Protecting the memory
As one might protect an injury
Turning to the darkness away from the harm.
Those black nights filled with coughs and sighs
Silence only coming when bodies gave up.
Soon replaced by brief sobs
As the corpse’s bed was searched for hidden crumbs.
This was no time for ceremony.
Survival was a grey routine
The ashes of comrades falling through the air like demonic snow.
Loved ones already crossed off the list
And sent to the gas
No water from the showers
No way out