what have i helped?

in the attic
of my  mind
a darkening box
labeled belsen
why it interests me
i do not know
but i know

the click and clack of rails and
the heavy sigh of helplessness
of all the stations connected
and the round faced clocks
and ticket makers in peaked caps
of ticks and tocks and visions
of Victoria dying in the arms
of a kaiser, of my mother in mine,
of kaki helpers
constructing camps
and millions murdered
and others loved

persons
in life
and death
singular
solitary
alone and
each
a universe
a gift
to be

or snuffed
by ignorance
or greed
or abuse
of power
so i ponder.

what have i helped?

Dust

Just
Over there
I kissed her
I can see the spot
If I open look
I see her also
Kissing
In that instant
All the lies
Fell away
Crumpled
Dust