This Yellow Star   

Blood is pouring over your hands
Staining the ceramic tiles in a way only your eyes can see
You are pale, haggard
Your voice cracks as you tell me the things you’ve seen

The voices told you that God wants someone
To finish what Hitler began
The walls have shaken in this house from the
Consummation of our rage
Sometimes silence is the best defense

I am sleeping with the enemy
Of my people, it would seem
I wear a yellow star upon my heart
In memory of my great grandfather

Unspoken knowledge
Things passed on
This blood that warms my veins
My face is a mask
Underneath, I am screaming

© 2006 Margaret Haugen