en mémoire in memorium
i
it is less about his death
than his life
these memories that flood me
fifteen years since his
last breath, my final words,
since
in the still air, floating,
remembrance of a tragic life
.and words. only words. mine,
holding the hand of his
holocaust body
I whisper
- go
ii
a Holocaust ago
they played at the edge of the Danube
watched bodies float the blue
children chanting
boy or girl? girl or boy?
but she would be the first to know
that girls always faced the sky
though to this day
she doesn't
know
w
h
y
.
3 comments:
Gorgeous. You leave speech impossible.
Thank you ...
And it's lovely to have you back, Oddy!!
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