As ugly snow the millions fell
like last breaths of lives lost in hell
billowed from the oven’s evil bowel
with limp bodies fired cheek by jowl
While yet more, showered in gas
Fell one on other to lifeless mass.
Busy people, feeding rows of fire
Like the gaping mouths of hell’s choir
Elsewhere the shoes were piled high
Stripped from those that queued to die
To become the grey and ash filled cloud
To fall like snow to a deathly shroud
As pictures fade and grass grows green
This story of where the world has been
To a receeding world, in language plain
Death like this. Never again.