Holocaust Environment Poems

If something is out there you will see, if something is out there it will come running after thee, the squirrel is skilled at climbing...

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I can feel this heartbeat, gentle rhythm deep 
under my feet, I can feel the blood seep… 

I keep it clean, I can feel the...

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Back in the days when fences were constructed to lean on 
I had my fathers smile my mother's apron now they're gone
Along with brother's camera...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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This land of entitlement, 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping, clutching, scraping the infernal sky.
arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunt like...

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A blinding flash our planet will crash
To drab desertification
Burning up and drying out
To dust our monuments
Nowhere can we  hide
Bleaching  our bones
 With white...

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Towering 
factories, 
arcane, 
silhouetted against
a violet dark sky
bruised lead-gray 
clouds tumble.
heavens heavy in 
thunder and lightning 
turn in arcane patterns
of oblique, obsolete 
across facades of...

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 END OF TIME

Smile
tormented, tear stained
blood flowing down the streets
to forever drift
end of time
Jesus is yet still coming here
a flickering candle on the table, a...

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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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Milestones Toward Oblivion
by Michael R. Burch

A milestone here leans heavily
against a gaunt, golemic tree.
These words are chiseled thereupon:
"One mile and then Oblivion."

Swift larks that once...

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Lay Down Your Arms
by Michael R. Burch

Lay down your arms; come, sleep in the sand.
The battle is over and night is at hand.
Our voyage has...

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I
"Good morning. Jesus Loves You," I say
To passers by, with my calm shalom
I feel good, they feel good. But ought we?
Since Columbus sailed the Ocean...

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Just Glass

I was six and new, she was old and not. 
It was so sad. 
A lesson I will never forget, 
and, or repeat.

Grandma?

No, don’t...

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Healthy ecological relationships
are climates easier to hear
when instruments use words
as tools, not weapons,
for planting and harvesting less fear,
for sensing emotions win/win harmonic
less win/lose contested, competing...

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One last hope death has come 
You once promised me an eternity 
Tormented 
so say I goodbye 
Hell’s fires home
Now I’m commented
laid across on the...

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