348 Fuel or flame

Posted on February 25, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Auchwitz ovens consume
not only Jewish wood.
We are all kin to or kindling for
the igniter of the flames.
A different decade,
my feet shuffle down the ramp,
joining the dirge of the doomed.
A slight change in tempo,
I become conductor of the band.
I have learned enough of inhumanity
and blind, deaf gods
to write this and not be cursed a liar.
In us all lies the potential
to, one time, be the fire,
the next time, be the ash.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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