Catastrophe: the banality of evil
The bustling grey, ironically named, tie
of the guard was frayed because dried
of the guard was frayed because dried
in front of a roaring fire
currently His-story carves times into lines
segments ignored run free; like the Shoah
aboard a train, or a drop-dead brash Polish gate.
currently His-story carves times into lines
segments ignored run free; like the Shoah
aboard a train, or a drop-dead brash Polish gate.
In the distance candles
flame and gutter
the future stands back to front
like candles lit in a death camp -
silver, tepid, deadly candles.
flame and gutter
the future stands back to front
like candles lit in a death camp -
silver, tepid, deadly candles.
The camps are never left behind,
a sad line of smoky candles
they still smoke when imagined
the horror flesh melted, and uncured.
a sad line of smoky candles
they still smoke when imagined
the horror flesh melted, and uncured.
I do not want to see them
when I wake or when I sleep
being sorrowful is not enough
I hate the first light of remembering.
no candle can light my way
when I wake or when I sleep
being sorrowful is not enough
I hate the first light of remembering.
no candle can light my way
chase the memory away
the dark red line never goes away,
extinguished candles multiply
the dark red line never goes away,
extinguished candles multiply
everyone must die.
