Love in Gas Chamber

(This is a sung poem I wrote back in 2006 right after visiting the Auschwitz Birkenau Nazi Concentration camp, in Poland)

My heart is red,

so red,

just as red as the bricks that paved the Auswitz camp,.. and I said:

"oh please. Please, don't mention my ... hands"

And I'll just love you from afar

because I'll keep thinking about the second world war

and how disgusting human nature really is

and as I wander these cemeteries

that time turned in city streets

I watch the dust stick to my feet...

We line in rows to wait for true love

we line in rows to kneel and pray the Above

To believe in such God is to be at its mercy.

How poetic the tragedy

if after a life lining up, kneeling down,

with the head under the ground, without making a sound;

at the last minute of a life of slumber,

one is find their true love in a gas chamber?