let death repair 

what has been damaged 

by birth

they have chosen this.   the half-dead

this burning.   they line up

in the corridor   these chosen ones

their hair gone,   wait in turn

for everything that can happen,  after

everything that can has.    this is a

witness

to what endures, even beyond these walls

where the innocent suffer with the wicked

and we enter with what remains

into the kingdom.