ERC as Auschwitz

The mid-June evening sun is out

and people walk the streets below
and a green canopy of leaves
covers most of the city’s streets.
Soon, I hope, they’ll let me out.
When this began there was only snow.
It’s odd, the truths the mind believes
when locked inside in defeat.

The trial date came and went, and still

there’s just no resolution near.
My mind, as always, on the past…
The future’s just an empty page.
It’s enough to truly make one ill
when counting all I’ve lost, my dear,
and like the Jews the Nazis gassed
I’m fodder for the current age.

Banned and shamed and flesh for food

to satisfy the cannibal
who’s appetite knows no limits now.
Less than a dog for my own child.
And God rests in an awkward mood
to see this simple animal
led to his slaughter as a cow
and morphs from the civil to the wild.

k.g.