I remember your fall…silent, turning
skin burning and flakes
falling like snow.
I remember the shaking…plumey ash
(demon of dachau come home here)
and more, falling forever.
the ones who ran forward, ran up churning
to with bodies breach tragic tear
and then hurtle down, falling like snow
and I have watched memories fade
media circus turning and truth burning
and falling forever.
but my tears will come
every year on that minute
falling like snow, falling forever
I couldn’t believe my eyes That day.
My heart still can’t.
The worst thing for me? The change in how it is remembered…and the tamping down of all that was truly exposed that day…
alas.
It’s amazing in a world full of ceaseless violence, that these pictures and memories can still put a touch of ice in my veins…
Meno
PS. Have been reading your poetry, it is lovely!!!
thank you…thank you deeply and sincerely!