Beyond the image, man dwells now abject
We treated fellow creatures worse than worms
We do not talk of genocide, such tact.
What we can’t yet know, in us reacts
Europe is in trauma,I’m informed
Beyond imagination dwell those acts
God is outside language, he’s no fact
We can’t digest the meaningless unformed
We do not dwell on genocide, such tact.
The gypsies innocent were cruelly wracked
The men who loved another man were burned
Beyond the image, man dwells now abject
The s ghosts of Auschwitz weep as Europe coughs.
The past’s an old compartment in the train
We do not feel that genocide, what lack
Oh, to wind the film back till we learn
Killing, torture, gassing, we must mourn
Beyond the image man dwells now abject
Enlightenment , ambivalent , has cracked
How my heart sings 