Dust to Dust (for Simon Wiesenthal)

This is a poem I've been working on since Simon passed away yesterday. I'm not sure its quite finished yet, but I'm happy enough with it at the moment to share it.

Dust to Dust
(for Simon Wiesenthal)
By John W. Leys

Caught in the sacrificial flames
That licked the heavens,
Burned but not burnt

Your brothers' and sisters' blood
Cries out to you from the ashes:
"Where is God," they ask,
"Where is justice?"

The Lord answered:
Tempered in flame
a voice cried out from the wild,
"I am my brother's keeper!"
Bearing the shield of righteousness;
wielding the sword of truth,
"Justice! Justice I shall pursue!"

A voice for the silenced.
A memory for the forgotten.
A promise to the wicked:
Judgment Day is at hand.