Poem a day challenge – Feb 24

Prelude

That was but a prelude;  where they burn books,  they will ultimately burn people also
–Heinrich Heine

the wind held its breath
as they came for Marx,
and Heine, and Mann,
ripped from homes,
torn from eyes and minds.
we held our breath
as they threw their bodies
of work on the pyres,
saw their spines broken,
their verboten words crackle
into the air, smoldering stars
filling the dark night sky.
in silence we wondered,
what would come next.
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