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A stone from Dachau

There is this thing about stones They don't rent holes They just lodge themselves Little stones, cushioned between the sole and shoe Making the leg a mobile rattle No noise, just the constant irritation which starts feeling 'normal' even therapeutic after a while So it was with Dachau. A million atrocities A million pictures Heart-wrenching accounts of true history. Memorials, barracks, crematoriums and even a 'REAL' gas chamber But the stone was all that had my attention Forgotten Gypsies, valiant Christians Russians, Slavs, Czechs and Poles All part of standardization routines Too bad they could not survive the drill Another picture Another account Another life cut short The stone nudges,  My sole's all sore with the heat and stab Dachau is the trendsetter Where they stood 22 hours in the snow Before roaring fires purified decayed flesh History can be bought here at 8 euros a piece Dachau, whose stone I carry in my shoe A stone so tiny it lets me walk, but unc...