Six million

That numer its immensity
the Swastik's dark propensity
outlines of decaying huts
the great oblongs of concrete blocks
diamonds condemned in genocide  
 behind those barbed wire hoops
as they queued
mumuring last prayer
that that Shalom can still be heard
 atrocity still touch a nerve
the leagacy of just citizens
those templed ghosts
arise be seen, reawaken conscience
 pleading. emaciated to touch a heart
until it bleeds
the cries of angst and pain
skulls divested: even of gold teeth
that mass that lie uneasy
a closure yet to be
souls robed of  human community