Name me a price on this chamber,
Made of metal and pieces of paper.
Set me alight, pose for the apparition,
Her performance in pools of sweat.
While the host enters this vessel,
Horns and hoofs and matted hair.
Feel the pounding stormtroopers,
Insignia flapping under a blue sky.
You’re not concerned but a little frightened,
Too transfixed by the gaudy altar.
Digest the words forced down your throat,
The gullet a veritable library.
Naked bodies copied again and again,
Passed through the gut.
Don’t ask me for forgiveness,
The wheel is spinning out of control.
The lines are drawn, the holes dug,
A pointless parade continues,
Missing limbs and hollow eyes.
The gas hisses feel the crush,
A chill passes over a corpse.
Architecture in skulls and bones,
A template for our humanity.
Fire burns, fire is pure,
Destruction of the future now past.
What you have passed to your children,
The legacy of guilt and pain.
Cry no never again,
I wasn’t there but I know.
This is what we can do today…