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09/17/09 - (2)
Enormous Ravine
Though I seemed to have lost my way, Deep within a wide gash in the earth — an enormous ravine — I'd not, or so it seemed.
Indeed, the equanimity that accompanied me, in my descent, Cushioned my free fall, Let me make a feline landing, on my feet, healed,
Gave me the euphoric feeling that dying wasn't real, Just a leap off an invisible cliff, into an abyss, Which, by any name other than death, was Gan Eden.
In reality, nothing in my cultural or religious upbringing Had prepared me for the sobering inevitability That dying would require a state of mind antithetical to mine,
Force me to strip naked, Before all the lady and men peasant folk from my shtetl, Face the snarling, frothing muzzle of a machine gun,
Submit to its white-hot-lightning bullet-bolts, Cringe, from the fires igniting in the riddled pit of my gut, Racing through my vertebrae, veins, brain.
What rabid beast could conceivably commit such deeds, The lowest atrocities of the highest order, Send innocent people to the depths of terror's despair? This ineffable question kept crossing my thoughts, As I dropped atop the hot, bleeding bodies Of those who'd walked with me, to that enormous ravine,
Where God didn't bother to attend our graveside ceremony, Conducted by a bunch of drunken, demented Nazi thugs Come to dump thousands of us human clods,
Shovel us over, cover us up, or so it seemed. Only, what none of them realized is that not even genocide Can bury evidence the dead keep alive, in their memories.
09/17/09 - (2)
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