Death March

Looking through

The barbed wire

He watched

The Russians

The survivors

Marched in

From the

Death march

That first time

They threw bread

Or the little food

They had

Over the barbed wire

They watched

Men fight

In the snow

And dirt brown


For the mush

They never

Threw food

Over the wire again.



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