"In May, Höss selected a little farmhouse (the "the little red house") on the edge of the birch forest at Birkenau to be the new gas chamber."
                          ―Anatomy of the Auschwitz Death Camp, by Yisrael Gutman, p. 212

So here we are dancing in Auschwitz's
Only male strip bar girdled via bones
And skin and steel. Outside there are work camps.
Around them, birch trees, peeling bark as dark-
Skinned toned strippers shed their clothing inside.
Stare with eyes as keen as Nazi doctors,
Inspect their cocks and balls for open sores.
I'm in the basement with tissues and porn.
I've been thrown into a dark cell dark as
The dreams of eyeless men, slowly I am
To suffocate here as I consume all
Oxygen in the air as a greedy
Bitch would Zyklon B in chambers of gas.
I masturbate to master races now.
Sometimes sexy Schutzstaffel enter my
Cell sporting insectoid tattoos on chests,
Lighting a candle which will speed up this
Slow process, and then threatening to blow.
Oh, don't you blow it out, it's using up
Oxygen, but it's all the light I have.
You are mistaken, Herr, to think I would
Prefer to suffocate alone in darkness
Before  I risk sunburns beneath the rays
Of your glorious Aryan candle,
Which I have grown to love, did you forget?
If you remove by force the bark from birch trees
They die, you must have not already known.