“Today, I think that if for no other reason than that an Auschwitz existed, no one in our age should speak of Providence.” Primo Levi, Shoah

The Unwritten predominates, 
The times of wonder gone,
We hold on - the wise women drugged,
Whipped, into submission.
Forensic psychology reveals traces
Of long-forgotten haunted faces;
Which, much like Munch's lurid, silent scream,
Degenerate into nightmaredream.
Or, so it seems.

Meanwhile, in population centres,
Desire, in all its lurid manifestations,
Falls into disuse,
All is as it was before:
Footsteps in the snow 
Leading to a flat, grey concrete floor:
Krema I at Auschwitz.

Eminently productive procedures established:
340 corpses burned every 24 hours
This was indeed progress of the sort required
Arbeit macht frei
Weaponising the common man and woman
An act of genius,
Monsters exist
Much more dangerous the common men and women,
Ready and able to act without question,.
Yes, plenty of these in our nation.