THERE IS NO
there is no
poetry to survive
the six million
poetry dies
a death
each genocide
spicy left-leaning
socialist philosopher
from Frankfurt
made that
point with
finality and
killer succinctness
no landscape
ever worth writing about
once
the bombers have been
tanks
churned their way through
ploughing through fields
that never
can
be ploughed again
until
that horror, that pain
burned
into memory
is
thing lost to time
can no longer remain
poems 2 die for 