'March Of Death' (Dedicated To Holocaust) Poem by Kevin Wang

thoughts of breaking out
as our footsteps march through the snow
breaks open the terror of each night and day
while the mist creeps around our toes

it seemed like a nightmare itself
with the devil playing in the backstage
fooling around with our strings
as he takes our souls
not to heaven, not to hell
but in between those two intervals

it seemed like not any kind of common composition
but the sins reliving beyond this hellish bonfire within the butts of the rifles
that repeatedly pounds against our backs
with each night and day played ever so harsh

is there any stop to this?
it isn't just any nightmare, right?
but a walking lie with ourselves
like criminals marching through breaking thunderstorms
like you breathe in the cold air
filled with anxiety and dead particles
this is...
this is the march of death