Holocaust Dance Poems

Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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The Mix

A recipe for life, 
living, loving,
and being happy?
Why is this so hard? 

Flour, or flower? 
The first to eat, 
the second to enjoy... 
to...

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the boulevard is desolate
as is the light that cracks bleeds 
runs here there everywhere! 

trash drafts like ghosts 
in the flicker of dying neon 
something...

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Slick silicon suicide, 
Intricate black matrix...
Interwoven web of electrons dance.

In the rhythm of the chaos words.
The rhyme of divine writing
Ancient rambling on evermore.

Lucifer turn eons-long,
Something...

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A chrome gun glittering 
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating 
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos 
of inferno light, hot.

White smoke from a...

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Rare forms blare 
into the empirical hot sun.

Each traced in fire,
each outlined by the crystal 
shimmer of the son.

Haloed in glamour
A play of color.

Of One.

Layers...

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dark stares
from forgotten faces
walking paths in a city, vast
of iron and glass 
under a burning sky a light
the forgotten legions of man 
ragged and cold...

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Snowfall prancers
Ballerina dancers
Gracefully, they pirouette in the air
Frosted crystals, though never a pair
Scene enhancing
Vision entrancing
Ballet romancing

Costumes white
Tumbling flight
Snowflakes flew in for their audition
Each posed in...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Todesfugue ("Death Fugue")
by Paul Celan
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Black milk of daybreak, we drink you come dusk;
we drink you come midday, come morning, come...

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Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust

Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost 
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie...

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Here it comes passed starting,
 close to the end of the party
 in between the laughter and the jokes
the first last kiss of goodbye to...

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While I'm reading a poem about it on the previous page
the girls come over to visit their boyfriends and dance
in high shoes and perfume. Their...

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Lying on a shelf in a house quite far away
hidden in a linen and tucked away to stay
lies a heel of cherry leather with a...

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