Well I admit that I've been lazy...and haven't written anything in decades. So here's a poem I wrote on occasion of seeing a friend's photos from Poland. I was reminded of the Holocaust and a poem by Plath name "Daddy".

I was blinded by the magnesium flash.
Back with your SLR I see the old town
washed over with acids and gases –
You seemed to have found your niche
in the chamber.
Music is like wires stretched between poles.
Your subject is people –
The dictator is dictating –

His dictation. They shrunk to fit in your little chamber,
background blurred with different shades of blue;
And yet light is delight. Amplified is your red hue;
These are true. Ach, du.
Tetragrammaton on his back, like a penance
Etched onto the square monument.
Swaggering pigeon, screeching alligator,
And girls in uniforms –
Second from the right, her hazelnut hair gives

Depth to her figure, deeper than the depth of their skirts
And the navy of her blue.
Dwindling is the candle, floating is the hexagram,
The red flesh is raw. Grey out the ghetto wall.