warm in the crown of complacency,
a settee, well sprung and desert floral
beneath a bay window
that frames a grey ocean.
I wonder to blue Mediterranean.
is six million forever a feared number?
the sides collapse
under the weight of too many.
boats and nations capsize,
the shadow of death rides bow and aft.
bones break under sandaled feet
children mute, mothers search in vain.
how long does it take for a grey dove to fly
from damascus to berlin?