These figures standing stock still
in cold and dark, but ancient under stars.
How they beckon. They ask us
to cross over into the other world.
We have gloves, scarves
to wind around our faces.
Penny trinkets jingle in our pockets.
Voices in other rooms reach out.
Mothers call and call.
Now they open their mouths
to show us their teeth.
They are Nazis.
They scream and scream.