As we walk
towards a concrete wall, towards
nothing, as you did, we
slowly, almost imperceptibly,
sink. As we walk
we are in direct juxtaposition
and symmetry to
your fate. For while we all
walk towards nothing, our nothing
will end, and you
are still interred around us.

Half a million walked in this gate
and vanished.
Half a million walked down this path
and were buried in mass graves.
Half a million were here
and this place is forgotten
because half a million died.
What right do I have
to walk in
and walk out?