Many thanks to Spillwords for publishing Cries Echoed in Silence. It was not an easy poem to write, and with the rise of fascism in the world, it was particularly difficult. The photo was taken at the Holocaust Museum in L.A. by Mark Tulin.
CRIES ECHOED IN SILENCE
written by: Mark Tulin
On a trip to the Muzeum Stutthof,
I had a holocaust of emotions,
images of brutality and chaos,
when I looked upon the headstones
of several family members.
They died inside a concentration camp,
barbed wire strung along its edges,
cries echoed in silence,
burnt memories at the altar,
where smoke billowed
from the pages of Shakespeare
and Chaucer.
I saw the store windows broken,
loss and denigration,
humiliation at the heels
of Fascist boots and gun barrels,
skeletons stacked like pyramids,
hair and gold teeth placed neatly in piles,
bones and ligaments,
hung like meat from deli windows.
It was a world of annihilation,
that history has yet to answer.
An army of distorted glory,
whose crooked cross is etched in our memory,
even when the killing stopped in 1945,
the suffering has never ended.
Crow On The Wire 
It was tough to read, too. An important poem.