Ghosts of Dachau

I close my eyes I reach out my hand And there you are Beautiful in scabs Caressing my scalp Under the mounts of the gun towers I shout your name I kick out in dreams And here we are The searchlight beams The siren squeals And hopeless shuffle to certainty The crab lice bite The typhoid smells And I'm still here Handsome in rags A trouserless man Waiting helpless for dignity Come to me angel Don't go to the showers Beg, steal or borrow Now there's nothing left to take Except eternity And who will come To flower our graves? With us still here Covered with dust Remembered by few But forgotten by the majority Stay with me angel Don't get lost in history Don't let all we suffered Lose it's meaning in the dark That we call memory