Holocaust.
Iron pipes that pierce the skyline.
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I hope you will permit me to say this is a poem you should be proud of. Your ryming couplets alternate iambic and trochee - a very fine device. Not a single phrase in the work refers to mass execution camps yet from the first verse I knew what the topic was - I can only assume watching those tv footage 10 years ago of blown out windows in concrete towers and empty desolate concrete has conditioned me to relate to the abtuse metaphors you use. Keep writing!
I could see the smoke stack in this poem and the last line was a stunner, thanks for sharing regards uavanice1