In pairs
hostile eyes,
whispers break the insulting moments
which disappear into the darkened hallways of Auschwitz.


Ghosts crucify themselves upon walls and bunks,
where bodies laid in a night full of stars,
we can't see them from here.


Midnight escapes by cattle car trailers
white lips washed with anothers red crayon
disconnected in their human wasted fashion
fingers fall like coins, into their pocketed skin.


Trapped beyond a brittle ribcage,
lost by hearts, dumped into winters rage
by a leash of uncertainty and forgetful snow.
Dry once, with stronger bones.


How swollen are our hearts
when the sun goes down
into desolate night.
Come morning,
everything we bare
has learned to expire on its own.