The Release

Terribly quiet,
Not knowing if my family are dead or alive
Cold, cruel air
Chiseling my cheeks, it stings my filthy, fatigued face
A sea of piled naked, skin-bone corpses
Covering the ground towards the horizon
The open barbed wire fence stretching far as I can see,
It used to imprison us Jews, but now it is our way out.
Year-old faeces
Enslaving my body and the stench is flowing into my nostrils overwhelming me
Over riding fear,
Who and what am I now?