Gloria Morti gallows built in rows

A road built by hate and paved with indifference
Men forced to dig their own graves
Abstract hallucinations, purely ideological
Myths that confine and kill, grounded in imagination
The vomit-inducing smell of burned bodies
Forcefully methodically murdered
Frozen, desecrated, sewn together
Burnt whole
Gallows built in rows
Hanged
Until they stink
Untied
Next batch strung up
Until cleansed
Frozen, desecrated, sewn together
Burnt whole
If there was a god
She would have to beg
For our forgiveness