Sort them by their compound worth,
Each element has noble birth.
Every sample must be weighed,
As the Reich's advance is made.
Tanya hummed contentedly while reviewing the chemical processing reports. The morning's deliveries had brought an interesting mix - three mine collapses, a processed officer's failed suicide attempt, and a skirmish that had produced bodies from both sides.
"Beautiful variety!" she told her staff, genuinely pleased. "Each category requiring its own optimal extraction stream." She traced a finger down her industrial flow charts. "The mine casualties go directly to chemical processing - the mineral dust in their lungs makes them perfect for our filtration system research."
The staff officer began to mention funeral regulations. Tanya's warm laughter cut him short. "Regulations? The Reich has no regulations against efficiency! And what could be more efficient than ensuring their chemical compounds advance our industrial capabilities?"
Catalogue each element,
Let no compound go unspent.
Heroes serve through ceremony,
While the rest feed industry.
"The key is proper industrial integration," she explained cheerfully to her processing teams. "War heroes get the ceremonial treatment - full uniforms, public funerals, properly photographed for morale purposes. Very efficient! Then they join our chemical refinement stream."
She adjusted another column of figures. "Enemy dead go straight to industrial processing. Their bones will become char for our sugar refineries, their chemical compounds will serve our factories." Her humming took on a thoughtful tone. "Though we should separate their uniforms first. Good cloth is harder to synthesize than phosphates."
"And the processed?" Her smile brightened. "Those who fail the Reich in life can advance our research in death. The medical division always needs more specimens for developing tunnel survival protocols."
*Break them down to base and ore,
Every compound tells its score.
Even death must serve our might,
Through industrial oversight.*
By midday, the new classification system was running smoothly. Tanya walked the processing floor, admiring how efficiently each type was directed to its optimal industrial use.
"See how beautifully it flows?" she asked her staff, who had learned to appreciate chemical efficiency. "The heroes through ceremony to processing, the enemies to industrial production, the processed to research, and the unrecoverable..." her smile never dimmed, "well, our bone char filters always need refreshing."
She paused by a sorting table, straightening a hero's medals before they were removed for reuse. "Though we should optimize the ceremonial aspects. No sense delaying industrial processing when the family only sees them for an hour!"
When the compounds all dissolve,
And each purpose does evolve,
Reich's great power shall increase,
Through the strength of their release.
Evening brought the completion of her new protocols. Tanya reviewed the day's numbers with evident satisfaction.
"Death is just another industrial input," she explained happily, noting the calculated chemical yields. "Heroes inspire then serve progress, failures advance research, and enemies..." she checked another ledger, "feed the Reich's industrial might. Perfect allocation!"
She added a final note to the day's report:
"Mortality processing optimized through industrial efficiency. Chemical recovery maximized across all categories. Ceremonial requirements balanced against manufacturing needs. Reich advances."
The machinery of necessity grew stronger through proper chemical processing. Even death served industry, when correctly refined.