The girl met her lover
By Crematorium IV.
He passed her parcels
Of food and clothing.
She held his hand.
He whispered in her ear.
Tears streaked her face.
A frown furrowed his brow.
At night in the Block
She sobbed into her hands.
The transports are slowing down,
She confided to me.
That’s good,
I answered.
The girl raised her tearstained cheeks.
Yes, but
What will become of the Sonderkommando?
Myself to answer.
I knew
The Sonderkommando
Would be next
To fuel the chimneys.