Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh

  Poetry and Fine Art 

"The Ghosts of Europe"

          (Holocaust Poem)

I alone wander this rural mountain,

sharpened gravestones like teeth in
the cruelly exposed mouth of winter—

my shoulders stiffen, eyes tire from
unblinking vigilance. I dart the moon’s
silhouette above icy branches starved

for the luminescence of sun-snowy day.
Shadows of the fallen fists swiftly charge
the air with the unspeakable denial of six

million dead whose chorus, unbound
by time, will never cease until the dirge
                    enfolds the world.

*published in Super Poetry Highway 

  in a special 2015 Holocaust edition