Winter Holocaust Poems

In his weary hour
The legumes blossom on time;
Out of jocundity in honour
Of the beautiful turf
The drowsy peasant peak.

His weird blistered palm blimey,
 His nasty regalia...

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Hay now, now sing this corrosion
Of winter wastes and Red stars white nights

And waring tribes a bully on the block 
To kick you when your...

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The ground is hard 
from last night's snow
all creation has frozen, 
slick ice from a day of infernal sun

Twilight has bled away to pitch-black onyx...

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The Eve

Death is happy, 
the candy is out. 
Mountains and mountains, 
of sugar and sweets...
for the little "treats" 
that come by the house willingly, 
to...

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Blackened suns float in deep skys
Setting on encrypt amber sands 
Burning on jade green seas
As far as golden halos glow
Warming sanity’s sandy shores
Reflecting on sapphire...

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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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Ashes to Ashes

Smoke
rises in the distance.

The boxcar
rocks,
rocks,
rocks;
stones
are placed along the ties.
Were they placed by Chance
or left 
as gently as Kaddish.
I lift my hands in the...

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~ Surviving Hell on Earth ~
      (The Nazi's Camps)


They had seen Hell on Earth
  Lived through it, survived
Tight-lipped through...

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On the canvas of a cold, grey, winter sky,
In large black letters above the Iron Gate,
Read the message: "Arbeit Macht Frei".
A shrewdly sinister, propagandist lie,
Designed...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - IV - Primo Levi

Shema
by Primo Levi
translation by Michael R. Burch

You who live secure
in your comfortable houses, 
who...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems (I)

These are poems about World War II and the Holocaust, which is also called the Shoah in Hebrew....

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April was the name my mother gave me
She cried and cried for days when I was born
My dad was pretty sick, he never knew me
The...

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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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Shema ("Listen")
by Primo Levi
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You who live secure
in your comfortable homes,
who return each evening to find
warm food and a hearty welcome...

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THERE IS BLOOD IN MY TEARS…….MOTHER INDIA
                  ...

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