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.