A monologue from Konzentrationslager Auschwitz Part II

With the swift cut of my scalpel
With the prod of my knife
I can see wonders in this body
Once a breathing, living human
He was a Jew, what a shame
Such a fine human specimen
To be named Moishe…

This woman Sarah
Her womb may produce no more
For to perpetuate this race
Of cursed people
they must all die
women shall not procreate
She screams, this woman

This man on this grill
Over a slow fire
I wonder how long he takes
To die
Never mind I may send him
To the dungeon to fry
Makes my work easier

The Angel of Death is here
I wonder what he wants
To hook up sixty pounds of flesh
Or prod a Jew for his stew
And see how long it takes a man to boil
I see he picks a set of twins
So cute and so doomed

I am done for the day
I will look at the dumpsite
To see how far it is full
They may want to dig another hole
And fill this one to the brim
Now if they dig a swimming pool
Wonder how many skeletons will float….