Jack-boot kick-arse kicks the Slav, who
cowers on the floor. Clink,clink, pick!
Pickaxe chips. Rock splits, water drips…
“Water, please!" He pleads, "some water?”
Rottweillers straining at their leash
Snap at the thirsty prisoner.
‘Schwein hund!’ The soldier lashes out!
‘The dogs MUST drink the wasser first!’
The barking mad guard un-holsters
his Luger and aims the pistol
at the starving Slavic slaves head.
‘Shizenhausen!’ he screams and fires.
Dying of thirst the naked man
Digs his own grave with bandaged hands.