Rosenstrasse

Headstones pave the horizon
on an ally of blood stained glass windows
down memory lane into the distant past
the reality of a jewish name
dimly lights the narrow path
to surviving for long at all
in the Rosenstrasse zwinger bay
Aryan genes are strong in the wives of the men
resillient beyond the headstones
on the horizon
the notion of the perfect race
failed in its perception
for to what do you compare perfection
when in your blood you know
where you're about to go
onto a train and into oblivion
where you have a shattered glass
slither of a chance
of seeing the next spring.