Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

In Memoriam -- Holocaust Remembrance Day --

This morning dawned in gray,
dolefully, on the golf course
in the back of our house,
as I imagined it mourning
for the disarranged lives
wandering in spirit circles
over smokestacks, burned cities,
and those ugly things
we'd rather forget and throw away.

Yet, can we leave cobwebs undisturbed?
What happens when everyone moves away
from someone, one way or another,
and how much escapes us when
six million stars sink
into that black space inside us all,
in our reluctance
to admit our wrongs?