Back Into Auschwitz

The fences diminish, but boundaries increase
Pseudo-friends are wondering about your sudden caprice.

The tide came in, and out you went
We watch from the top of your slow descent.

Look at at the sunset from the sun’s point of view
To your insane society none of us hew.

You finally get the ticket in the mail
It takes to you the city limits
To your vacant home
Back into Auschwitz

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