• They stack as high as 5 feet and many yards long, like planks on top of planks.
    getting ready for winter to burn.
    some get to dig and some get to carry, they all have one thing in common they will end the same way.

    How fast they will disappear from working, to ending up in this pile.
    And no-one is sure if they be next, is it him or is it she? is it them or is it me?
    who can run faster , who can work faster that's all depends.
    the pile get bigger as well as the fear of it.

    I try to forget about it but it the images keep appearing in my head, how can you forget about it? its all around you? its right in front of you, its stares at you day by day and no matter how much you try to forget about it there is no way.

    Here there is no way....