Midnight
dedicated to all the victims of Kristallnacht-on the Night's 53rd anniversary

It is midnight
No light but a full moon
The trees scratch at the windows
Ghosts flutter through the narrow alleys
Concrete freezes with fear
Blood seems to drip from the walls
A silent scream of terror
Fright stops your heart
Murder seems imminent
Somewhere a fire burns
But you hear it as if it were consuming you
A shatter of glass
A man's hoarse laughter
Incoherent foreign words
That the world will ignore.

This page and all works within are copyrighted 2000 to Engel. Don't steal.