Night - Cut and Paste Poem

phrases of Night by Elie Wiesel woven into a poem:

Achtung!
This was the end.
A silent death,
A wind-swept shadow.
Our bodies frozen,
But you can get used to anything.

It was cold.
Winter had come.
How long had we been standing in this icy wind?
An hour?
Simply an hour?
Sixty minutes?

A great whiteness;
The snow never ceased.
It snowed relentlessly.
Surely it was a dream.
Never shall I forget
The icy wind that stung my face,
The death that had already chosen.

We were no more than frozen bodies.
We could never hold out.
Cries of distress hurled into wind and snow.
The cold was doing its work.
It was cold.
It was very cold.

We lived on snow.
“Keep out the cold.”
Tears running down his face,
Congealing there,
Freezing.
“It’s dangerous to fall asleep.”

Men were collapsing in the dirty snow.
A sharp shot finished off another filthy son of a bitch.
The dead stayed under the snow,
The snow that was like carpet.
Death wrapped itself around me.
We were no more than frozen bodies.

We could never hold out in this icy wind.
It was very cold.
The snow had ceased to fall.
I heard the sound of a violin.
Was it a hallucination?
I had never heard sounds so pure.

Achtung!
This was the end.
A silent death,
A wind-swept shadow.
Our bodies frozen,
But you can get used to anything.