Tuesday, November 1

A Long Walk Through the Sauna of Birkenau

I'd now be stripped naked
standing upon concrete
freezing cold water streaming down my back

This, as my most cherished belongings are confiscated and sanitized of all their value
This, so they will be clean enough for Germans

And now a long hallway
more concrete
I see life outside dying on the trees
falling to the ground
fertilizing the earth

This as I have my own hair harshly taken from me
I can feel the blood drip onto my neck
As they carve into my skin, an uneven, messy tattoo begins to replace me

Naked now in all possible ways
stripped of anything familiar
we're herded like cattle
dripping wet into the next concrete room

Now here I'd sit
on the other side of the iron autoclave
just waiting for their black and white to cover my world

and wondering, where is my beloved?
He was weak and I noticed the thumb of the guard sending him off in another direction

12 hours have passed and after the freezing night, Sobbing tears and horse voice, my broken heart is terrified. I am alone.

It is from here that I begin my new life in a concentration camp.


These words were found resting in the sauna ground of a place called Birkenau:

"How can I sing when my world is laid to waste? How can I play with wrung hands? Where are my dead? Oh God, I seek them in every dunghill, in every heap of ash...oh tell me where you are."

It is here I see the future of faces destined as death