Striped Pyjamas Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I laughed at you.
You both were in pyjamas,
striped like a prison suit
and baggy at the top.

I had my Sony aimed at you
a toy that would record
and faithfully keep safe
that fragment of old times.

When Robert was the one
who always talked,
and never let you speak
except in praise of him.

I was not present when,
the unthinkable and final
step occurred and he shut up,
because now God was speaking,

when no one is allowed to interrupt.
So, may I ask you, to understand
that I now must be told the truth.
Did he get buried in those stripes?