The Devil in New England

[Kerbonzo_beenz]

Rolling Thunder came rolling my way 
I said, yes indeed I’ll pay.
Its wheels rolled across my face
I didn’t seem to be any place.
Then the show began without restraint
a gypsy outlaw in white face paint
a sinuous violinist with serpent’s eyes
played along side him, her violin cried
as I watched him guide the soul of the band.
I already knew he was just a joker man.
Hyenas gathered outside the wall
and howled at his harmonica’s call
while the audience drowned in every word.
A crowd of yearning youth awaiting a third
coming of a messiah to a broken world,
bringing with him songs  to unfurl
to save the misnomers of this dying empire
gathering us into his poet’s fire.

I love your writing style, it takes you to that place and moment.
Maybe you are a bit advanced for me, but I find some of your imagery hard to grasp.
I'd like to see what you could do with a really simplistic poem--
but that's just me.

Also, one question, is this about the holocaust?