(In Memory)

The cold wind lays waste
upon this parched space of ground
Where haunting the cries fill and reek
Out upon the surrounding fields.
I see still the long lines
the aches plead
the men bleed
The sorrow hollowed eyes
Engulf the visions, cries
Thin reflective shadows
of what once were men and woman
peer through the barbed wire
where within nothing can inspire
Their lost gone world.
Babes worn into ancient clay
etch upon the horizon their ghostly forms
Hungry to the empty breast
They plead for life to give
anything, some spark, the want to live
Only to find deaths cold solemn touch.
Lamentations touch the foundations
where Heaven commences its dream
For hell surrounds each face, each soul
In this bitter heap of Life.
History bows its tormented shame
Where these people, this race echoes the name
Of a place in the notebook of time
That holds all accountable for the crime
Bitter tears, of those that survived
The memories deep, saddened cries
They awaken to the cold sweat
the flooding tear, the drowning fear
That again upon fates grim pages
Another dawn of hell rages.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

-Auschwitz death camp-
985,000 Jews died
74,000 poles
21,000 Romany-Gypsies
15,000 Soviet POWs
13,000 others.
In memory