We saw their pictures:
tortured out of Our imaginations
like golems.
We could not believe
in their frail extremities
or their gaunt faces,
pallid as Our disbelief.
they are not
with us now;
We have:
huddled them
into the backroomsofconscience,
consigned them
to the ovensofsilence,
buried them in the mass graves
of circumstancesbeyondourcontrol.
We have
so little left
of them,
now,
to remind US ...
Originally published in the Holocaust anthology Blood to Remember.
Categories:
pfennig, abuse, bereavement, holocaust,
Form: Free verse
I bought a Nazi coin off eBay
A five pfennig silver piece
It was a insignificant coin
Which didn't stand out at all
Until you saw the swastika
Then the evil shone through
I put it away and haven't
Taken it out again since.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
pfennig, evil, world war ii,
Form: Free verse