Photo: Sebastian Scheiner, AP

With Malice

When he pleaded
in anguish seventy
years ago the world 
responded with 
withering silence.
Small wonder
he feels forlorn and 
abandoned, his frail
wizened, blind face
pained with the unending
memory of the death
camp the death march
the countless deaths
that left desolation
of the world he knew
a vast empty landscape
of haunted places
and haunting faces 
he lives and relives
endlessly, the reel of
memory softly clicking
its unfond reminiscences
of extermination and
pitiless solutions
to the existence of such
as he while others
busy themselves denying
such events occurred
not as expressions of
disbelief at the extent of
murderous hatred but
of spite unrequited.