Long Mass grave Poems

Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain ridges, rebounds, then ebbs into silence
while here men, beasts, wagons...

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I watched the shadows move and the curtain rise, and the moon suddenly appear from underneath the star lit skies, the clouds drift slowly and fade in the dark, and a bright light suddenly appeared...

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I am still trying to process this thing, where on earth have you been? I am still trying to process this thing; you have paid double for your sins. You have gotten all the clues...

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I placed my head between my knees to have a good look at the trees beneath me; I held it there for some time and found that nature was divine.

I saw the seeds springing from...

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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 down in the darkness hell awaits--silent, mute.
Silence screams in my...

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THE LEGEND OF LEAP CASTLE

In the dark shadows of the ancient past,
Creatures move within the kingdom of darkness,
Hidden illusions of faded forms of existence, roaming the hallowed
Halls in echoing’s of delusions, royal tombs shudder beneath
The...

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Through the storm surge and chaotic sky, 
the scale of destruction: hell on earth, 
towns flattened into a horrible wasteland, 
the deluge created ghost cities in a second, 
every night spent is a horror painted...

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Through the storm surge and chaotic sky, 
the scale of destruction: hell on earth, 
towns flattened into a horrible wasteland, 
the deluge created ghost cities in a second, 
every night spent is a horror painted...

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In a beautiful land far across the ocean,
People used to celebrate Christmas all year round,
Trees along the streets adorned with flickering lights;
Down the cities were malls seethed with shoppers…
All in frantic, but no harm in...

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The Black Hills wept for Thee

East of the Black Hills of South Dakota, 
On the Pine Ridge Reservation,
Live a proud tribe of Oglala Lakota, 
Part of the Great Sioux Nation.

On saddled chargers rode half the...

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“Fire” alarm sirens
are going off [the audible radar]
stealth silently
Those living deaf 
can’t receive
the incoming Death warning

Sky chariots on the roil warpath
are thunderclap rolling
Propaganda leaflet droppings
did foreshadow 
their cursed dire coming

Ordnance jewels are falling
from hailstone crowns...

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I knew it was you all along, trying to compose a different song, I knew you were standing in the line when the bullets explode into the sky 

Everyone had to run for cover and...

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...But while talking at a diner on day
Autumn happened to make a remark
that being a woman meant giving life,
that pregnancy could bring joy to the heart.

She didn’t know a tranny sat behind her,
a man who...

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Tap tap  boom… sheep scattered like shrapnel
Brian Dunn’s instant memorial smoke rose
from his peaty wet death hole, roots
lumps of peat and ling fell like black roses over his body
and the blood splattered fan of...

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- Forced into the unthinkable
  Lives are on the line
  Somehow I have to take yours
  Because I will not give up mine
  
  I am the girl on fire
...

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BOKO  HARAM’S  BLUEPRINT.
Happy  worshipers  dance,
Sending  praises  to  her
Redeemer.
Sound  from  guns  is  the  instrument
That  intercepts  every  song,
Bomb  has  become...

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BOKO  HARAM’S  BLUEPRINT.
Happy  worshipers  dance,
Sending  praises  to  her
Redeemer.
Sound  from  guns  is  the  instrument
That  intercepts  every  song,
Bomb  has  become...

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On May 1, 1865, Charleston, South Carolina, 
Freed African Americans held a parade of 10,000 
In honor of 257 dead Union soldiers, 
whose remains they had reburied from a mass grave
in a Confederate prison camp
Although...

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The Rich/the Super Rich/the One Percenters.
Then there’s the rest of us,
The Disappearing/Shrinking Middle Class.
Our  “good paying “, American Dream financing  jobs gone,
Overseas.

The Chinese/Japanese/Indian/Korean/Malaysian, etc. have them.
We are left to grovel/slave away at many...

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I noticed the uniform, and the heavy soled shinny black boots
Not the man within it, I apologized.

I remember the clean fresh smell of maleness, as they stormed into the house,
Broken glass, ripped down hangings, a...

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Our decimation is no news no more,
And brothers swam the sands of the desert
For our heads - as tears became thicker than blood;
Hell has found its place amongst us.

The morning and night are against us.
They...

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How strong is your faith, 
In these Race days of Religions?
Do you believe in the righteous one, 
The “divine” who exists in everyone?
Tragically, the world has turned into a fireplace…
Forlornly now; there is rage in...

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Evolution

Green slime
Alien creatures on an alien world
Did they know?
How could they know that they would mutate?
Change from their humble lives
Innocents effected by time and space
Made to breathe air
Walk on the newly emerging land
Reign as giant...

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CRISES IN THE DESERT


written in the effect of religious crisis in Nigeria


Our heart received the message
And tensions well-positioned themselves in the sky.
Heads sought refuge at army barracks;
A world of agony was about to loom


Who cursed...

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Sauntering into the pub from out of the fog
the varnished wood paneling on the walls
reflecting the amber light from the Edison bulbs
in their Art Deco fixtures hanging overhead
the air scented with a mixture of lemon...

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