Holocaust Science Fiction Poems

Ground Zero came at one hundred degrees.
A fusing of life and death.
The graveyard came at twelve O’Clock
Not a single body to be seen.
From that infinite...

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LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH

The secret blood of a crucified man a god born of flesh, bone, a righteous soul, so long live the new...

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OF THE NEW FLESH

A returned to open channels 
Open to the unknown the beyond 
Burning humming like angry hornets
Bottled in electric light and shadows 
The...

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In my empire of dust 
I sit on a throne built 
of ruination and lost lust
I sit and think 
what has been seen 
what will...

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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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Orange and oil 
The old man
smells odd like 
burnt wires Black 
&
cryptic desires 
oranges and oil!
Static erupts like infinite fire.
Noise white grows in volume,
even higher.
oranges...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Lone machines hum and sway, 
back and forth to the rhythm and rage. 
Optics lens reflect refract and collect 
the thunderheads of blood-soaked clouds, 
build...

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Haunted by its simplistically,
All the masses work for nothing, 
Power drones I watch the meek alone.
Bare white the afterglow.

Power of blackened glass reaching for the...

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...And these A.I.s could reproduce themselves,
solving all the problems of production,
but they had been made weak, sort, an squishy,
so the dinos needn’t fear rebellion.

For thousands...

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I used to be an archaeologist,
and minored in paleontology,
had a job at a college and tenure,
Dr. Bascomb was what students called me.

I specialized much in...

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Towering 
factories, 
arcane, 
silhouetted against
a violet dark sky
bruised lead-gray 
clouds tumble.
heavens heavy in 
thunder and lightning 
turn in arcane patterns
of oblique, obsolete 
across facades of...

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Massacre
In Paris, the police fight firefighters
the press is silent, perhaps a small notice
on the back page.
Had the same thing happened in Hong Kong
the press and...

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Massacre
In Paris, the police fight firefighters
the press is silent, perhaps a small notice
on the back page.
Had the same thing happened in Hong Kong
the press and...

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Ich binn ein Berliner
I somehow went to Berlin in 1937
it was time travel I can't explain
I saw the date on a newspaper in the Alexanderplatz
After...

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