Long Crematoria Poems

Overarching Genocide

Noah built the wooden Ark in his homeland instructed by God
to save his wife three sons and their wives from drowning a life 
raft rescue boat of sorts with three decks and only one...

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Made in Neonazia

Life wrote you and I this poem on a sunny day of watching
penguin’s colonies bathing on the beaches near Cape Town 
A splendid display of harmony of sun ocean and tourist attraction
warm sand...

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twiglets embrace as thorns and flowers

                             ...

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Military maneuvers,
conducted by starship troopers,
make a Lot of king Chedorlaomer noise

Earhole space
penetrated by the Pentagon puffing pace ... 
stealth sound of smoke signals
Warning drumbeat signs 
of an incoming, deadly drone invasion

Attack helicopters hover
over tempting topography...

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I’ve never given much thought, about the last train to Auschwitz 
for indeed every train, was intended to be ones last,

Except for the guards, who sit atop the cattle cars
As the human livestock, slowly asphyxiates...

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No words describe, 
sufferings worse than hell,
Goes beyond pure evil, 
even a story cannot tell,
We’ve all seen pictures, 
making grotesque sense,
But only the stench, 
reflects this actual offense. 

Cruelty surpasses cruelty, 
overtaken by hate,
Unique to...

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Those who today loudly voice their complaints
   Might do well to study a people most quaint
The Jewish People for 3,332 years has survived
   Despite pogroms and holocausts, still quite alive

A former...

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The invasion began on the twenty fourth of February
When in from Belarus came, the filth of humanity
The world soon got to know of their cruel depravities 
Each town they invaded, they were guilty of atrocities....

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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 all the horror
  Never succumbing to bitterness or sorrow

Seen...

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Hee Haw, I Cried 
By Sy Roth

With a mulish hee haw, 
I wrap myself in my own divine comedy.
Commedia dell’arte path 
For a blind mercenary of his own fate.

An ormolu wonder stood before me--
Trees clad...

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Starlit Resources

May brings desert winds giving a warm Spring when least you expect it...
 Unknown to the letter,
 unreached like pictures

 Suddenly rising up, uncalled,
 Yet pressing on horizons, never defined,
 moving beyond rainbows,
 Pillars...

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They mocked him, the old religious fanatic
  Asking God a question with every step
Pleading for mercy for each of the town's Jews
  Blessing each morsel of food he so carefully chews

The haughty soldiers...

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Cattle to the slaughter, wood slatted carriage, 
Travelled reek of human waste, of fear, despair; 
Anguished weeps the daughter on parents fused in marriage, 
Crematoria arms embrace, emaciated, bare. 

Where grow the flowers now, fields...

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So many young men go off to war smiling, spirits high
  Too many return in boxes, folks asking 'Why?'

The leaders who sent them off speak of heroism and sacrifice
  Easy for them, these...

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Could you watch my dreams as 
deconstruction jaws them savagely
to torn rags
before your eyes?

Would you understand, intervene,
gather them whole
with tenacity, with love,
with tender care?

For I cannot dance alone in wooded
glades beneath sheltering
crushed black velvet
skies.

Nor can...

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Could you watch my dreams as 
deconstruction jaws them savagely
to torn rags
before your eyes?

Would you understand, intervene,
gather them whole
with tenacity, with love,
with tender care?

For I cannot dance alone in wooded
glades beneath sheltering
crushed black velvet
skies.

Nor can...

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Who defended Jews from Nazis in WW2
     A few brave souls here and there
   Foul-smelling smoke from crematoria arose
     The masses turned aside, held their...

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Jingle-jangle bells
   Sing-song syncopation
Ambulances hurtle down streets
   of post-war Europe

Eerie bells; haunting bells
   ghosts of round-ups, of Auschwitz 
of Buchenwald, and Bergen-Belsen
   sounds of death and doom

Shades...

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It burns deep on the inside,
this fire has engulfed my heart
Downtrodden beat  beat   beat
of oppression
Feeds the flame 
of my 
righteous indignation

A hot ire,
whose flames
keep ascending higher
and higher

Toxic by-products of hate
brings me so...

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