Angel of Death

Good-bye, Papa

Good-bye, Mama. 

I am being taken away.

I can’t remember, 

Yet I shall never forget that night. 

Bodies, wreaths of smoke,

Many crazed men, so many cries, much brutality. 

Hell. 

Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God himself. 

They thank God? 

What God. 

A god that sees, death, as inhuman as this?

No. 

I don’t wast my tears on this threshold of death. 

I shut my eyes but cannot shut my ears. I hear, 

“Heil Hitler!” 

I feel no one, no gratitude. 

My senses blunted. 

Everything is blurred, as in a fog.

I ceases to feel any pain. 

For that I thank God. 

My Angel of Death.