Johnny Red & the Prayerhouse People - Prelude

The gusts of February winter carry but rumors of the dead
As they cut through the thin fabrics hanging loosely 'round the bones of men
They shiver
And the twigs and branches shiver too as they cling firmly to the trunks
Summer is long gone
And seasons have left the memory of the men treading the ground of the confinement
Das Schuläuferkommando has just finished the seventh lap of the day
Inside one of the barracks a man crushes a glass with his right foot
In remembrance of things past
Outside another one is kicked and beaten till he moves no more

Written by:
John Gravdal

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