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Babi Yar, late '41.

Sonderkommando 4a begun.

Trench set deep outside the ridge.

They stood in rows above the Dnieper bridge.

No command, no final plea.

Step in place, drop to knee.

Barrel pressed beneath the skull.

One sharp crack — process full.

Shot through the neck.

No time to fall.

Shoved into fire.

Flesh burned raw.

P38 in gloved right hand.

Six at a time, just as planned.

Minsk, Lviv, in forest shade.

Order Police, auxiliaries made.

Battalion 101 lined the ditch.

No names taken, no one switched.

Execution timed, position checked.

Sidearm drawn, close-range neck.

Shot through the neck.

No time to fall.

Shoved into fire.

Flesh burned raw.

No records kept, no names called.

Only the count when nightfall stalled.

Ponary.

Rumbula.

Chelmno.

Kamianets-Podilskyi.

Volksdeutsche, Wehrmacht stood aside.

Auxiliaries pulled from countryside.

Latvian, Ukrainian, trained in weeks.

Pressed to the line, no one speaks.

Rail not built, but quotas stood.

Lead used first, then firewood.

Shot through the neck.

No time to fall.

Shoved into fire.

Flesh burned raw.

From the Baltics down to Pripyat land.

Execution detail, hand to hand.

No roll calls, no orders read.

Only fire to mark the dead.