proxy…

stone tears
roll slowly
down
her cheek
tears
hardened
by war
another son
cast
into a myth
of
eternal life
for
service
to a god
who does not
fight
his own
battles

slave auction…

 

stripped naked
every flaw
was revealed
every scar
of promises
not kept
every mark left
by history’s lash
was open for
evaluation
by the buyer
but the flaws
of the buyer
were not revealed
like the history
of a country
whose own flesh
remains cloaked
in a myth
of freedom

just a gypsy…

as she passed by in her traditional gypsy skirt
embroidered with sequins and coins
one man created an illusion of intimacy in his mind
while another said
beautiful yes…but she’s a 
  gypsy 
     exiled
     punishment
     harboring 
     jesus
     myth
   nazis
     systematic
     genocide
     concentration camp
     forced labor
     imprisonment
     extermination
     killed on sight
     einsatzgruppen 
     history’s largest
     mass murder
  after war
      assimilation schemes
      restrictions
      cultural freedom
      language
      and
      music
      banned
      labeled
      socially degraded stratum
      women sterilized
      state policy
had they but know her history
or that her love for country was as unconditional
as her beauty
they might have rethought their words
if not
then they are no more than fools
for seeing just a gypsy

Poem inspired by comments from http://jadepaloma.wordpress.com/