HOLOCAUST DAY 1

history screams in
smashing
on the ground

never room to
manoeuvre out and away

never room to
forget because we
have become the
history of that
forgetting

this is the
kristallnacht dump:

dig down into the soft
grass marked by remnants
of watchtowers
now markers for
the wild boar hunt
and find after you dig down
under the layer of
post war garbage
the extremes
of hate of that glass night
a metal swastika
a bottle with the star of david
here the evidence
the screaming history
floating farther and farther
unless we reach
down
and pull it up
like pulling up a
large corpse from
the water and muck
like a whale surfacing
on its dead belly
from the waves of untime
coming up slowly
massively
but only with
our constant pressure
on the hooks and lines
the largest mammal

it is actually our humility
that we retrieve
that we fish for
that we forever will
be pulling in

oh kristallnacht
it is through the broken
night that i reach
my hand down into
that dirt
i hear your shatter
and know i
can only live
again but differently
differently

on fridays
the neo nazis
go beer chugging
and digging
in the dump
selling what they
find on e-bay
the next day

there is only
now
today
there is only
then

 

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