Artshwitz

See the scene in
Between the screens
Back-projections of
Life and lies denied
Black and white stripes
On pain flayed skins
Stretchèd
Over bone-wrack wraiths
And hear the waifs of
The master race
Whistle, dancing
Rattling old knuckle bones
The future for to
Foretell
Death knell to all carrion
Worship
Warships of the holy West
Sail to free
Souls locked in mortality
Whose place is this?
Do these dead the living
Serve or the leaving
Living serve the dead?
Is it only mem'ry's hold on
All that's old and mouldy which
Hopes the future to preserve?
What nerve! As if
It's ever worked before
And still the critics fail
To see the beauty
Of decay, no night to
Betray the horrors of
The seen.