by Elvira
Prologue: “For I have heard the slander of many;
Fear was on every side;
While they took counsel together against me,
They devised to take away my life.”
Psalms 31
I am the thief
in the night: soul
to steel
Breath
to stifle
I am the Boogie Man
tormenting You and Yours
Disguised
Disguised
Incognito as the Penitent
after Auschwitz
We are/were YOUR children
seeking refuge,
but getting Promises —
Promises
spilling Empty Words
Looking behind them;
sugary symbols
made in
smoked backrooms by
men of power, offering Life,
screaming:
“You’ll NEVER SEE your children . . .
NEVER AGAIN!”
Words,
Words
Words
bouncing off the wall;
slander’s knife finding its target
Would that we
DIED!
Now, as we
breathe our last,
ONLY God knows the Truth,
that ephemeral word
encompassing black gray white
Question: did the smoke
from the Flesh
make you happy?
Did you NOT
see the Ghetto’s Map
stamped on our faces?
The oldest Tribe shunned, until
it’s
known we
own the Company
Rome, itself killed Him,
then changed its stripes:
America
Europe
Asia
Forever cleaning Hands of
gritted Blood
that NEVER
goes way!
Were we
guilty? The father
more than the Mother,
trying to make her
betray her heart.
In the end, the foe you
saw was a suicide,
and you are on a respirator.
Hell is cold, and
Heaven (New America) No
Better!
April 28, 2011
