Monday, July 17, 2006

Revisiting Auschwitz

It seems right to return in winter -
the red brick entrance crested with snow,
guard towers like black shrines
cut from soft cold white.

'The end of history' began here
in the failure of language,
in the silence
of the inexpressible.

The unmaking of creation
in petals of flame flowering from bone;
the response to God -
this is the fruition of your planting -
ravenous ovens stuffed to spitting
pits of flesh soup stirred
and fallen to ashes - ashen snow.

And what was the point?
What do we take from the experiment?

Only that it failed.
That life continued,
began afresh, though not so innocent,
never so trusting.
Life chooses - chose - life.

Vespers whisper endlessly
amongst the wreaths and fresh blooms
laid to rest against the firing squad wall.


Blogger Pris said...

This is beautiful! You just get better and better!

5:36 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks Pris :)

1:51 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

The end of history' began here
in the failure of language,
in the silence
of the inexpressible

Yes, it did.
Excellent stuff Moon

4:05 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks Christopher Robin

7:44 PM  
Blogger Kora said...

That was great... I think Elie Wiesel would have appreciated it... You should not be surprised you won though you are a great poet.

7:58 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Hi Kora, thanks. I'd love for him to read it.

8:22 PM  
Blogger Kora said...

There has got to be a way to contact him, and show him it... good luck and i hope he does read it.

8:24 PM  
Blogger Plus Ultra said...

You capture the excruciating pain in a very special is revisiting the old but with the purpose of being healed! Excellent!

7:15 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thanks plus ultra

5:05 PM  
Blogger Plus Ultra said...

May I link...thanks

7:52 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

sure that would be fine. I'd link back, but I have no idea how to do things like that.


4:40 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

oh cool, I worked it out! I hope that's ok with you?

4:53 AM  
Blogger Shell said...

I just had to leave my gasp and sigh of omg here. Many of my ancestors went to Auschwitz ... many of my feelings about it all are beautifully encapsulated in this poem ... awesome writing .. truly so ...

3:13 PM  

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