It was almost poetic

The way the sun hit the roofs

And the fog muted the

Pinks and blues and oranges

The way it seemed to go on

In endless amounts

Symbolizing the endless amounts

Of the lives that perished

The smashed barracks

Next to the full

With just the chimneys


And the actual chimneys


The frozen grass

Under a smattering of snow

And the trees, the trees

Showing life still remains

In such a deadly place

In such a deathly place

And there we came and left

With someone whose life

The camp tried to claim

But we walked out signing

We walked out.


We got to leave

As a symbol of the

Lives who left

With an unending strength

We left with some of that strength

If even a small fraction

To carry with us always