My Bed, Sleepless

1.

Always
Hands toward

The breath in neck,
The beating heart
Beneath.

My mouth the gas chamber

And love always grasping.

2.

Wet faces

All in company;
The others

A mystery,
Through and through

Making the snow.

And cold
Making the necessity of

Fire.

3.

Awake

I am reading now
And it is of Auschwitz

It is the night,
It is that night

And my face, red
Is everything
Of Auschwitz

The sins
Be they of others, ever
Be they of ours