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Auschwitz Rose by M.R. Burch

Hi all,

here you go with the first poem by Michael R. Burch, entitled Auschwitz Rose…

Thank you for reading and sharing

Dr. phil. Milena Rampoldi ProMosaik e.V.

Auschwitz Rose
by Michael R. Burch

There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar,
a rose like Sharon’s, lovely as her name.
The world forgot her, and is not the same.
I love her and would not forget desire,
but keep her memory exalted flame
to justify the thistles and the nettles.
On Auschwitz now the reddening sunset settles;
they sleep alike—diminutive and tall,
the innocent, the “surgeons.”
Sleeping, all.
Red oxides of her blood, bright crimson petals,
if accidents of coloration, gall
my heart no less.
Amid thick weeds and muck
there lies a rose man’s crackling lightning struck;
the only Rose I ever longed to pluck.
Soon I’ll bed there and bid the world “Good Luck.”