Holocaust Heart Poems

emotions are coursing over gnarled Travertine rocks 
surreal 
tears are my broken dream’s shards 
scattered on a barren soil

as my beloved rests in eternal sleep...

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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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Ravens dream 
Haunting forever stark
look to the moonlight dark 
house full of midnight
Feeling the magnetic wells
In pools of infinity 
dogs bark defiantly 
out into the...

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Lost in a sea of pain 
Lost to the doors of a Secret Night
Far, far from the shores
of hallow be thy name
searching for the Sacred...

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Well! Damned Nation…
Oh. Hey! You there!
You are in a rush, 
I see.
Can you point me to the holly-caust?
Where the burn of sulfur flares? 
Ah yessss,...

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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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Angels in Blue
Saints in Green

The hospital is a cold and sterile place. 
It is not meant to be…
warm or nice. 
It is meant to be...

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Ninety-Three Daughters of Israel
a Holocaust poem by Chaya Feldman
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We washed our bodies
and cleansed ourselves;
we purified our souls
and became clean.

Death does...

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After My Death
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Say this when you eulogize me:
Here was a man — now, poof, he's gone!
He died...

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Letter to My Wife
by Miklos Radnoti
translated by Michael R. Burch

A poem written during the Holocaust in Lager Heidenau, in the mountains above Zagubica, August-September, 1944

Deep...

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THE GENUINE HEART OF GERSHON

An avid reader of Soup’s poetry
possessing wolfish prowess of verse,
with a genuine heart we borrow
that blesses his friends sans curse.

The progeny...

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Children, 
The Last Child in the Nest 

When you ask something of me, 
I drop what I am doing, 
and attend. 
When you need something...

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A Lonely Heart
Deaths sweet cousin has become my companion
And the silent sounds and erect walls have felt my sorrow
Loneliness has rusticated my companionship because of...

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Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the...

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Balaclava'd minister in a lanky limousine
Condomised personality inside a broken mask
Skewered chopsticks serve pieces of Pancolin
Toilet paper dolphins to wipe his weary ****

Ave Maria.. Amanita...

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