The quietness – the beauty of landscaped pathways
with boldly bright flowers
cloaking the greenest of green lawns.
I stop to read words on the blood red brick arch
“Arbeit Mach Frei” (Work sets you free).
a giant earthen burial mound
covering thousands and thousands of unnamed bodies
burnt in ovens
dead or alive.
The furnace room looms blood red brick.
so slowly – we enter.
Brick ovens sized for people.
Rusty ashy wheelbarrows.
Oddity in midst of such horror
Green fir wreaths flowered
with purple Chrysanthemums and blue Forget-Me-Nots
placed before the gaping mouths of the furnaces.
Lest we forget
the evil we do