Nazi Hell

It floats the dark halls silenced long ago
where rusted steel doors
bar the ghosts of fleeting memories-
Portals to Hell seal the rancid smell
of innocent death, cloaking away the stagnation-
Peering into empty rooms, seeing the 
wooden bunk-coffins, dimly hearing the wails
drifting from the greying fleshy wall
of human brick-
Seeing the banshees of the Chosen
with their needles, sewing clothes for those
who were seen by Nostradamus-
Mending tears procured from the cutting rock
that clawed at the People, Whose skin and marrow
Was consumed by the flames of an Inferno
that blasted white hot hatred without care
to planetary rotation-
Billowing out the charred soot that was the People-
The prisoners of an irrational circumstance-
Creating a swarm of fallen angels
to strike down with swords of Divine wrath
Upon Auschwitz