Once the rifles finished 
silhouetting in Wagner 
and they were rescued
from the camps, 

their half cut screams
across that last moonlight 
followed them all the way out,
every footstep 

half sinking like quicksand 
through the tarmac
weaved in terror

nested deep In open wounds

gurgling with squirming limbs

alive in a conflagration 
roasted In the flames.

(Another poem from the soon to be released book 'Europa' co wrote with Nick Armbister)