The fiery furnace The flame from the oven shines on my face throughout the day while the smell of burning flesh invades my senses(nose). As the pile of bodies dissipates the smell of burning flesh elevates. The bodies speed by me as I throw them in the oven; I try not to look at their faces. Men, women, children and babies: the process is indiscriminate. Any body that's in the pile is a body that belongs in the oven. The occasional glimpse of a familiar face: a neighbor, a co-worker and even my own family members. But there is no time to feel remorse. There is no time to slowdown. My life is Groundhog Day and there is no way to escape. When the moon shines through a window the once body covered floor can be seen. My section of the body piles has been burned. Teeth and bone pieces can be seen in the huge ash pile. I try to rid the visions from my eyes. I try to drown out the voices in my head asking: how can you be so self-controlled, stoic and apathetic while throwing human beings into a fiery furnace? How does it feel to be one of the lucky strong men chosen to lift the dead bodies and toss them into the fire? …show more content…
Another workday begins. I pick them up, one by one, and throw them into the oven. Although the dead weight of their bodies seems heavy, I can feel their bones protruding from their emaciated bodies. Perhaps death was a favor for them; an escape from the suffering. I keep telling myself this and that these are just the bodies that held the souls of the people. I imagine their souls have already gone to an eden. I start to imagine myself in the pile of bodies, my soul looking down as it departs to heaven…… escaping the