Inspired by my 2007 trip to Majdanek.

Road to Majdanek

Under the dead grey sky

Pinned down by spider-legged towers

And dead grass

Holding down the road.

Under the scarred grey stone

The weather chiseled monolith never large enough

To frame the road

Stretching into the horizon.

Under the stringed grey rust

That chains together line after line of the road

That rattles in the wind

In memory of time.

Under the road

The feet of history tread blood down

Eventually to reach

The mausoleum of ash.