Stand at the window; I'll leave a candle.

holocaust
© 1995 Devon Koren

among the rats
i can't quite remember where we are
your face is veiled by a shroud of ashes
camouflaged with gray by the snow crimson
lining your soft lashes
which brush against my hollow cheekbones
luscious only by means of finger-pricked blood
slip your frozen glove into my velvet palm
draw closer
i melt the ice from your lifeless skin with my embrace
close your eyes
if ravens can escape the barbed wire boundaries
then so shall we
there is a lullaby mama used to beckon us to sleep with
though i can't remember the words
i can hum its melody
and protect you from the ovens
i clutch you
encircling your skeleton to protect your bones
i trace the numbers engraved into our forearms
so we will never forget
never forget how they jerked you from our haven
dragging you across our mattress of ragged clothes
i cling to you, so tightly
my hands intertwined deep in the folds of your shirt
the striped scars of the prison children
you scream my name
though i can't quite remember what it was
and nestled safely if but a moment in my arms
i gather your limbs, trembling
i press you tight against my bosom
but they tear you from me
i kneel in a puddle of tears
Aski Paetrie!
though i can't quite remember what it meant
lying, with their bootheels stomping my face
grinding me into the earth like some species of vermin
they killed me unconscious
later, aroused from my slumber, shivering
i stand to face their guns
my lips part to welcome their bullets


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