FRANK STELLA'S ART

In colors of ashes
from the sighs
of Polish village synagogues
settling on innocent wounds
here was only an assembling
of prayerful grief
that you have taken us
which all humanity take notice
sparing none of the pieces
of your passionate sorrows
drawing from articulate fingers
on history's awareness
in victim's impacted dreams
from the dusty altars
for the sascrificed living memory
the spirit shone lives on
in an artist who has a poet's voice
enduring despite everything
as the two eyed deadly colors
and shapes become our own.