Holocaust Photo

August 24, 2009 at 8:00 am (Uncategorized) (Poetry)

Who will take this pile of plastic limbs

and untangle it? Who will kneel

to breathe life back into each

set of blue-tinged lips?

St Peter doesn’t have the capacity.

His MASSCAL protocols are

insufficient for the task at hand.

He’s under-resourced, improperly trained.

He wanders between each pale mannequin,

stunned into decisive inaction.

“God help me,” he mutters,

a constant refrain,

but God is nowhere to be found.