Himmelweg: Block Fall From the Zyklon Door

When you have passed nonplussed by rumours of ovens of being burned alive by the horde calcinated bones in torrid ashes teeth without a name pebbles in the sands of hate waves When between you and the other side is the block-flesh thrust through to Himmelweg too late you smell the Zyklon trap about to be sprung on your innocence your children looking to you for a way out not daring to believe you have left home without an answer You can only wonder at how they led you each child's hand ensconced in its mother's the old and the infirm weeded out the pill in the nape of men rushed ahead from their charges huddled slapped jostled whipped for daring to ask with rifle butt whacked jabbed bundled trundled the eye searching hazily the breach under the helmet benumbed fate squashed hope in the last faltering meek steps It's only when you're on the other side of yourself between you and the block-flesh forming on the other side of the zyklon door You may wonder why you let your anger go in safekeeping © T.Wignesan 1987: July 2, 1987 [from the collection: back to background material, 1993]