Holocaust Star Poems

Weeds

Why do I do so well at growing things, 
I don't want to grow, 
and do so badly and the other plants, 
I work hard...

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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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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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Rare forms blare 
into the empirical hot sun.

Each traced in fire,
each outlined by the crystal 
shimmer of the son.

Haloed in glamour
A play of color.

Of One.

Layers...

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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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The Star of David


I took a brisk hike on my street,
To meet with a few neighbors and
have eggnog and sumptuous treats.

What lovely lights sparkled in...

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The Schutzstaffel 

Pluck the stars, pluck the stars
and stack them on a train,
rip them from their sleepy beds
and march them through the rain.

Pluck the stars,...

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You said it was nothing,
that we would be alright, 
that it was just a symbol,
a yellow piece of cloth.

Nothing was going to happen,
Yeah. Right.
Tell this...

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