Choral Echoes Of Lament

Halls of the heart
moan their symphonies
of throbbing pleas
in deepest dire pain,
of dirges sung out
from the soul’s hollows
into the graying morass of torment
where questions die
about lives that were swallowed.

Oh this serenade
like a mourner’s touch
reaches into the ruination of torment
and screams against
the brutal accolades of sadism.

Strings sigh their grief bow drawn psalms
as the orchestrated
shame of wrong is unveiled
on a passage of dulcet
tones in plaintive sounds,
gripping so tightly upon the insides
as a melancholic melody
so seizing the senses.

We are lost in the symphonic
succor of holocaust horror.
The utter bond of guilt and sin
entwined in graphic harmonic song.
There is no respite to the reality
about the dancing over corpses,
this rigor mortis tightness in serenade
moving us farther
into the ashes of despoiled dreams.

Ghosts rise of victims
joining the musicians,
you can feel their suffering
summon a spirit’s solo,
it slides deep through your bones.
Shudders and shakes felt
because it is the reaper’s
artistry of incredible harmony.
Capable of hold us its prisoner
then bringing us
across the tear filled fallow fields
that entombed
those dreamers
with violated trust.