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In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in
What they denied in conscious thought or word,
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin

Penetrating lungs so deep within
The dead , unburied, mixed with air, endured,
In Bedzin and in Krakow, mortal sin.

The local people were their burial urns.
The human dust by  breathing was allured
The ashes of the lost, the shades of skin.

So  Europe took this human ash within.
A graveyard we became, disowned , impure.
In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.

And who they thought destroyed  lived on in them
Played in their lungs, their hearts,  their minds uncured,
The ashes of the lost,  borne in their skin.

Like a Mass, Communion without words
We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, unheard.
In Bedzin and in Krakow  we took in
The ashes of the lost,  their outstretched skin

Have you much to say, the axeman asked?
For people who must die will make  grand speech
As you must die there is no added risk.

I  now grieve for I’ve not done my best
My thoughts surpassed my actions in their reach
Have you more to say, the axeman asked?

Just to ask who else can do my tasks?
At these words, the axeman seemed to flinch
As we will die there is no further risk.

I cannot answer, for from speech I fast.
From  that, I  ponder if  you are a witch
Can you not hope for prayers, the axeman asked?

To tell us you are dumb, you speak at last.
The paradox has entered, logic squashed
As all will die, life has no further risks.

Wandering in my mind I meet the lost.
The Jews, Armenians, gypsies, turned to dust
The backward children, gays,  the angels flinch.
The matter of their death puts all at risk.

 

 

Anything to declare, they  bluntly asked
Gold or silver, drugs stuffed up your ass?
Just war, the shadow answered, that’s my task.

Do you believe a  just war  can exist?
You’ll find that out when you have let me pass
Anything  else,  they bluntly, coldly asked

No, nothing, you can search me if you must.
My declaration,  reason has surpassed
More wars, the figure ranted, that’s my task.

I declare the world is  done and bust
Though Jesus died and  we’ve just been to Mass
What did that do for Hitler, the guards asked?

What we choose has existential risk
As if we  live enclosed in walls of glass
Bombs, the figures chanted, they’re our task.

Shall we let these strange, black figures pass?
War is coming, guns and poison gas
Anything to declare,  the guards  just asked
Another war and starting it’s unjust