Poems in the Cloud ‘Camp’
Concentration Camp in Grey
You drive often by that self-serve storage area
In Gray Maine
Nothing unusual you think
You’ve seen those long rows of warehouse-like buildings
In every corner of the country
Yet this one reminds you of the bleak buildings of
Auschwitz
You drive further up on Route 26
And see little houses tucked into white shawls of snow
A family gathered around a fireplace
Velvety smoke rising from red chimneys
And you think of Christmas and innocence
Before you realize that accomplices
Gathered around the fire
May be no different
Than some Shultz or Goebbels
Warmed up with thoughts of murder
It takes two hours on I-95
Then two more on Route 26
To arrive to your home in Bethel
You light up the fireplace
And cut bread and cheese
Not much is left in you after your long ride
But sleepiness
While the white smoke curls upwards
Threatening the moon and the stars