by Darren James Clayton

Created on: November 17, 2008   Last Updated: November 18, 2008

Should Time Forget?...

I take that journey
To a place of concentration
And extermination.
Where hearts were beaten
And children were torn.

A place of cold darkness,
Where warmth consumed,
Destroying the broken remains,
Concentrating those pallid faces
To ash.

The Devil stalked those
Buried chambers,
An unforgiving smoke burning the air.
The children of the Lord
Stripped, shattered.
Their faces smudged.

A grey sun rises
Through crack and window,
A portal to flames of green.
Blue streaks staining
Those forgotten rooms.

Those images of a blood
-bruise camp burn my mind.
The juices of the crowned,
Flowing through bars of memory.

There is no escape,
No where to run
From those boots of policy,
That shower and oppress.
Each individual strand is broken,
A mere thread.

Escape comes only from
Hammer and chisel,
From dust and ash.
Grey smoke bleaches the heavens,
Flying those faces to comfort,
To peace.

All that remains is piles,
A museum for tourist and student.
Collected death and memory
Lies with poisoned air,
Behind glass, a blurred view.

Candles we light
And tracks we parade.
We remember,
Do they remember?
Can they forget?
Should time forget?

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