The crumbling photos came out of the box
As the story was told about Bert in the war,
How he'd taken the pictures and brought them back
When he had returned to America.
He'd taken them off a German troop
Killed in the battle to end all wars.
The faces struck my state of youth,
Buried in my whirring mind;
They said it was really bad for the Jews.
The skeleton-people staring, blind,
Gave testimony long after their time.