Sizzled
In the air.
Crackled
Like electricity
Through
The camp fences.
Are the rumors true?
Something
Slithered
In the guards.
Strengthening
Their fists
As hard
As rocks.
Are the Russians getting closer?
Something
Slowed
The dreaded
Trains.
Lessened
The number sent
To the left
To the right.
Will I be here when they get here?
What was the point
Of suffering for so long
Only to die when
The end was near?