Thursday, April 19, 2012

Yom Hashoah


Silent Illumination

Plunged in darkness, boxed
Barricaded, with no where to look
Gazes’ unseeing, freshly bruised
Open mouths still clotting

Taking refuge in shadow
Mothers, their angles grown sharp
Pierce skin stretched too thin
Seeping apprehension

Colorless light swings across  
Glassy eyed sisters who hold off the
Gripping cold, fear fueling
Their umbrage

Silhouetted, supple, wary
Daughters, whose eyes are open
Wide, uncomprehending
Certain they misunderstand

Early morning light filtered
Through a sky bathed in smoke
Mothers, sisters, and daughters
Collected, sampled, and sorted

Glistening shorn scalps, stripped
Likewise stained by fear, their sameness
Revealed, is of no consequence
No one looks

The glare of exposed bulbs  
Collective exhaustion of feet
Faltering, resisting, what eyes
Will not see 

Color smears the horizon
Emerging into that last bit of light
Flushed with hope, still unaware
Others who seethe, curl, and drift away

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