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Walking along the tracks

in Birkenau

and I can't help

but notice 

the sound of chirping birds

as I walk along.

I look over at former barracks

and hear the song.

I can't see the birds

yet I hear their song

and I wonder.

Perhaps this is

the sweet song of innocent victims;

the children who

were never allowed

to live their lives.

I walk into a barrack

and still hear

the chirping

of these invisible birds.

Reaching the crematorium

I notice a field mouse

scurrying through a fence.

Two ponds where once stood

crematoriums

had muskrats lounging

until diving into the water

upon my arrival.

I notice the grass growing

where barracks once stood

and realize that nature

ultimately does return

in spite of man's evil.

There is a moat

with a small stream

and I notice a few fish

swimming in the stream

oblivious to murder 

of innocents

on these very grounds.

A few tears and a smile

confront one another

and I turn to walk

the long path along the tracks

back out to freedom.