Again the night. Again the fearsome sky
Gyres like a vulture, like a beast of prey
It crouches on the camp, on the dead quiet.
Pale as a corpse, the moon sets far away.
And like a shield cast to the ground in battle,
Amid the stars Azure Orion lies.
On through the dark the transports' motors rattle.
Then the gleam in the crematoria's eyes
Scalding and stifling. Slumber like a stone.
Breath is choked out. The throat is split and red.
The heavy boot pressed down on the breast-bone
Cracks like the silence of three million dead.
Night, endless night, and no light overland.
The eyes are ga**ed with slumber, numb the brow.
Like God's own Judgment on the world of man
The fog must now come down on Birkenau.