The Showers

No air, no space, no light water gone, food gone, people gone He can’t take it much longer – might go crazy. He thinks it’s a dream, a hallucination the train has stopped. Reality sets in as quickly as it seemed to have faded. The doors are ushered open by bullets and shouting. Left! Right! Stop! Leave it! His dignity is stripped away with every piece of clothing he takes off. At least water is coming soon. Do you think the guards would notice if he drank some? They would probably laugh at him. No air, no space, no light He holds on to the reassurance of a shower when he should be preparing for death. His water never came, the showerheads never sputtered to life -- This was written in response to the horrors of the Holocaust: Jews transported in cattle cars, told they were going to get showers, but then killed by way of gas.