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prayers, or was it an Auschwitz guard's preying for young flesh in the mass grave's orgy (of spent bodies) compelling us to worship feral rapists with guns impregnating long silence amid despoiled hamlets where Jewish wives wept blood from the caviar of their organs becoming free lunch for felons we tried to look away from whistling Teutonic folk songs drowned by cursed prayers our skeletal concubines muttered last moans into our ears?