Manu Melson

Holocaust

I am Manu Melson.

My fear is of stop signs and their stauch Nazi pose.

Forever, no.

To History,no.

Abrupt whispers make little tears out of silence.

I hate the way we are forced to know fear and it's interpretation in our hearts.

Hide behind this door but make no noise.

I'll fix breakfast and we'll live our lives quietly.

If we can dream we'll be alright.

They stomp the light and it is still.

My tears stream in it's place.

Darkness is the blind old woman that rocks me to sleep.

Bitter Morning.

I can smell weather from this stoop.

They are coming.