Ghosts of Dachau

I close my eyes- I reach out my hand

And there you are- beautiful in scabs

Caressing my scalp- under the mounts of the gun towers



I shout your name- I kick out in dreams

And here we are- the search light beams

The siren squeals- and hopeless shuffle to certainty



The crab lice bite- the typhoid smells

And I'm still here- handsome in rags

A trouser less man- waiting helpless for dignity



Come to me angel don't go to the showers

Beg steal or borrow- now there's nothing left to take

Except eternity



And who will come- to flower our graves

With us still here- covered with dust

Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority



Stay with me angel- don't get lost in history

Don't let all we suffered lose its meaning in the dark

That we call memory