Armageddon Poem by James Papastamos

A sprawling, sparsely animated, German countryside
loitered about, having littered Satan’s corner;
Barbed wire crossed God’s chosen people…crossed us all,
Cattle cars, seemingly out of nowhere, steam driven yet
yet tireless in its efforts, rolled into obscurity;
Rotting wood, splinter infected, termite infested, snarled with
anticipation, as cattle cars, seemingly out of nowhere,
delivered their chosen prey…on this, their
day of days.

Ovens burned with disbelief, smoke-filled skies yearned for quick relief,
The star of David, half raised, shed a single
glimmer of light, a lonely ray, faceless yet
fatefully rolling its way to infinity

Shalom