WHEN OUT

When out of slumber
people discovered
they were mere numbers
in a concentration camp
put on trial by a computer
exiled writers run away
with their poems
in a once thriving democracy
driving the bad guys crazy
not to suit the authorities
backed by the higher powers
that be in the country
no one knew what it was
to be free as jazz could be
after the struggle in the war
we stand by memorial graves
at the El Escorial monastery
watching to plant in the earth
a still flowering Judas tree.