the cold steel lines lay seemingly forever
through the unspoilt terrain
on top of each other
all together
we could see through the thick grime wood
peeled off by sheer frustration
hands and nails our tools
considered lucky to be where we were positioned
those in the middle literally sitting in faeces
least we have what to lean on
what to see through
find out the place we going to

they all knew
so did every degree in the humid cabin
each single drop that fell through the sturdy roof
met with cotton tongues
too frail to talk already defeated

clank clank chink clank
unless someone moaned or screamed sobbing
at the black void of inhuman scent they stared collectively

adrenaline pumped killing the old when
the wagon seemed to slow as they drew close
peeking through holes of dreaded disbelief
there seemed to be more tracks by the side
a village where they could escape to and hide

the heavy wood unbolted, a familiar sound
too distant a memory to fully comprehend
pain of a different nature came flooding in bright
limbs hiding faces not at the ready for flight

herded once again worse than the beasts
shouted at from every angle
pressed suits flooded nostrils
a cleanliness of long forgotten days

stark a whole community
once proud individuals
now shivering clutching genitals

organization perfect
seemed just like a theater performance
or a production factory
or a concentration camp.