Names Upon the Stage

Silently covered,
Names I never heard
Floors I never stood,
The holocaust to feel them die,
Lonely
When they cry.

Imagine ancient quilts,
And scripts upon a page.
A silver meadows shadow,
The names upon the stage.

Good to see remembered,
Tears and Life, the same.
Just to many truths,
For such an insane game.

Imagine all the people,
And scripts upon a page.
The blank parade of faces,
And names upon the stage.

poem by Sandra Osborne
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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