Broken Crystal

A poem of loss, pain, and heartache.

Felix stood still in the middle

Of the busy town square

His eyes were up, his gaze was locked

Blissfully unaware.

He drank in light from stars that hung

In cold and empty spaces-

Solemnly watching over the town

Full of hateful faces.

 

He glared at the dark heartless sky

A voice cries out, ‘Die, Jew, Die’.

His gaze unmoved by the attacks

As temple flames warmed his back.

 

He stayed still as the square pulsated,

Small minds, by hate invigorated.

His cloudy gaze drifted to the cold stone ground

But shards of glass were all he found.

 

Each glinting fragment told its own story

Covering the burning town in resplendent glory.