Nobody came back alive from a gas chamber.

 

 The unwritten predominates, 
 times of wonder gone,
 we hold on —just, the wise women drugged.
 Intelligence 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, to me.

 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.

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