passed a large, vacant lot on the train this morning that I hadn't noticed before. scattered throughout this property, coming up out of the barren ground at regular intervals are pipes with orange construction grates around them. this triggered a memory . ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

On The L 

 I have been to the death camp at Birkenau 

Pock-marked plain of rotting wood 

And crumbling chimneys 

Crowded souls in air and ground 

Crush the breath right out your chest 

Force the water out your eyes 

 Part of me was there all along 

In dreams of family never met 

A seed, a strand, a twisted helix 

Waiting to be born 

 Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on 

Tell me I'm okay 

 I drop my bag, drop a tear 

Right there on tainted dirt 

It echoes loud but only I can hear 

Floods my head with cries and moans 

Unanswered questions on the dirty breeze 

God can I ever turn the page? 

 Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on 

Tell me I'm okay