poems

The ever new holocaust

 

What is it in a million or six

Soul shot from the muzzle

That slew her lover in her blood

Or fed furnaces of industrial hate

Squealing like rabbits, barefoot in the mud.

 

It takes no time to forget

Or perhaps we like to watch

The broken mother scream a

Death panic song for her

Child killed by the cluster bomb

Or masonry on the Gaza strip.

 

Lest we forget- the last breath of the farmer

Sprawled amid a field of mines

His right leg and genitals torn off.

 

Lest we forget- A million times

A million died, each a bloody scream.

These murders will

Like a confessional priest be enough

For us to atone.