After Auschwitz Poem by john tiong chunghoo

history black as Auschwitz
is a juicy beef, not necessary
a burnt, over roasted turkey
if you know how to ride the time
the heart of the audience
turn the camera and flood
their adrenalin with as much
of the real things again
assigning them to those who have
the penchant to act them out
a passion to portray, almost
with the sadist streak of the nazis
albeit for another cause
because every line on the face
can be arched to bring out the pain
because every tinge of the voice
can be modulated to bring out the cry
because every line can be written to
steal the hearts of the floor
take them to a tempest dance
where a fiery stage bares the inner
elements of the humankind more
poignant than the best stories
ever written and choreographed

and they are still capitalising
on the jews, sending them to
the camps, torturing them,
silencing them, gasing them,
leaving them only skins, skeletons
and deaths to tell of their scars

but dont worry, this time they are
are only on celluloid and the
people who really walk away taking
our breath are the ones who have helped
us relive the odds..the best actress,
the best director, the best actor

anymore to come that could satiate
these men's passion to relive the
the time and tide that refuses to be
swept away, forgotten like
the last wave that hit shore?