Kristallnacht 9th November 1938


Kristallnacht-Window-Berlin

KRISTALLNACHT 9th November 1938

no tears on her cheeks
but rivers deep inside
words dried in her head
the loss that always cried
faces in the clouds
never saw the sun
darkened by the past
they stole the painter’s paint
and burnt the poet’s dream
they broke the clarinet
and crushed the violin
they raped the freedom call
the books containing truth

the light of life
beheaded from its root
and the little girl
she cried
her doll torn into parts
the bayonets of shouts
that killed the mother soul
the nightmare picture
stored deep inside

eyes once soft
evolved
stones of cold glass
behold
the sepia surrealism
deprived of form
she speaks in silence
hollow words
not meant be understood

there is music
from the stars
the sound not as it should
dissonances disturb
familiar harmonies
into dark voiced tympanis
drowning, drowning
sorrowful thoughts
of shameful histories
of broken Kristall
into lamentations
into a never ending Nacht

© 2011 EdjoFrank
Published in Journal of Jewish Studies
USA

2 responses to “Kristallnacht 9th November 1938

  1. a great, if not the greatest poem you’ve written so far, that I have read

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