I've sampled death in all guises. Yet a frost in July in this heat - a crazy assault in the street. I and blue carrion, face to face. Frozen Jews in a snowy space. Marble shrouds my skin.
Light grows thin.
I'm frozen, I'm rooted in place like the naked old man enfeebled by ice. We played, we laughed we were loved. We were ripped from the arms of our parents and thrown into the fire. We were nothing more than children. We had a future.