Daniel Kahn, the Painted Bird - Birch Meadow / Birkenau

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Down by the brook where the birches are thin
The birds in the trees with their voices of tin
They sing even after the numbers begin
As though there were nothing above but the wind
A lamb I have been for the butcher to skin
A witness without to the darkness within
To every wail and to every grin
As all of the numbers go marching on in
A lamb with no shepherd, a brook with no sea
A story with no one to tell it but me
So here is the moral, for time is not long:
The world is a beast with a beautiful song
The day it is done and the twilight is nigh
The sun is replaced with a watchtower eye
And the clouds have been stained with an ominous dye
Like the butcher has wiped off his knife on the sky
The cold iron letters read «Arbeit macht frei»
And it may seem a lie but it’s hard to deny
If your work is to try to forget how to cry
And your freiheit is found in a pit full of lye
A lamb with no shepherd, a brook with no sea
A story with no one to tell it but thee
So tell me the moral, for time is not long
And the world is a beast with a beautiful song