More poetry

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My Poems, by character:

 

-To most of the Nazi contingent.

 

Gott Mitt uns

 

With the beat beat beat

Heartbeat

Stand and rise and scream as one

Children

Stamp and beat and raise you hands

As one

March as one and step and stamp

Come on

Raise your praise to the new high gods

Or else.

 

Kristallnacht

It’s a dance by campfires

A mile high.

Spinning white hot ballet,

And the dancers howling swing

From partner to partner

Leaving bodies colling

In the November night.

Ballroom of colours

Reflected off cracked glass,

Flying splinters and bullets

The crackle and burn,

Silvering cracking,

Our musician of flying stones

And gasoline

Smash and kill and burn

All dance together

To the glory of the new high gods.

 

Nazi

Cut out your heart and hold it,

Tucked away safe and untouched.

Leave a cold hollow.

Carve out your soul and lose it,

Not feeling what you no longer have.

Leave a dead hollow.

Carve out your mind and forget it,

Let the words fill you up like a tide.

Leave an empty hollow.

Break like a branch and collapse,

As the world falls around you.

Realise what you’ve lost.

Broken Crosses

I rage and burn against your words,

That were my words, ‘til I knew more.

Your certainty that was so near my certainty.

When I thought it right to believe in

Simplicity.

To join you and them in drawing colour

From this bright world

And bow down to a broken cross

Your cross is whole, but I would choose

Their old dead lies

Over your sweet little hypocrisies

You have more dead

They were simply so much faster

I wash my hands of both of you

Rivers of blood

I hate you both

But they are more than three score dead

And you are here in front of me.

-To Nazi Germany and Christianity, respectively.

                                                                                                                                     
 

 

- To or by Mirek and Johannes, since they can both write poetry.

 

Aquarius

Tip the tumbler for water

You hold it out to me

To take from your hands.

You sip and swallow and sip again

And lean over for me

To take from your lips.

Hold the water, for when I kiss you

And taste it on your lips

Instead of the ash that chokes me.

-By Mirek.

 

Aquarius

Cradle a bowl of water

Your hands frail as twigs

Brittle bones bowing beneath

But holding high the gift

Sweet water to partched mouths

Of your Broken People

Pour down a waterfall of plenty

To cracked and parted lips

Glory and exhaustion on giving

And giving. The water blow is empty

But you stand full and tall.

-By Johannes.
 

Mirek, Homecoming

Alone and

Walking alone in the land scarred

By fire and steel and lead

Away for fences imprisoning the tomb of a world

That was at least a world

And not a void

 

And alone

One among millions

Lost in a scared land

The endless tide of filthy man

Currents drawing and flowing me away

But never a face I know.

 

Alone

And my feet beat out the old rhythm

That might be new

One a path that might have led me home

Those years ago

All gone now, the land naught but ash.

 

And

Alone I walk, through shattered streets

Of a broken land that my ancestors

Once called home

I knock on the door and I know

I will no longer be alone.

 

                                                                                                                                     

 

 

-To various characters:

 

Erl King

You ride the storm before the wind

The beat of paws and hooves below

The breath breathe hot white mist ahead

Blow back your head, black storm clouds bear

Wild break above, loud crack below

You ride on fast before the storm.

-To Abel Tiffauges

 

 

No, you can’t have any more clothes

You can’t play violin in a coat

It’s a silly thing to do

But since you’ve only got a coat

You’ll have to play it naked.

-To Reinhard Heydrich

 

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We who stood in endless lines
In endless time
In endless place
Where we waited in cold and wet
And seizing hunger
And lent together for rest.

He who stands beside me
Alone left of the endless rows
Hand within mine
Heart within mine
He stands beside me now
And this moment is forever.

I who will stand alone
When all is forever taken
Hand and heart empty
Ever standing
Ever hoping
That you will come back.

-From Charles to Erik

 

                                                                                                                                     

- To a Memorial

 

Roll Call in Dachau

Stand still and multiply

Yourself by a thousand.

Stand still and wait and hold.

Count heart beat by beat

Human clock winding down

The hours of waiting

In the heat. The heat and cold

And wind. And snow.

Wait, and hang your head.

Grow tired, and hungry.

Wait until night and day again.

Sag. And lean. Against yourself.

Trail your eyes along the wires,

Watch them blur in heat. And rain.

And mist. Count until

The heartbeats stop and

You will understand

A little more.

 

Colour Photograph From Mauthausen
In this one you stare out in shocking pink
In contrast to the white and black surrounding you.
Your clothes are more blue than grey now
The tones of your face defines in glorious technicolour.

I don't know why you should be more real now
Your lines are the same as those beside you.
But in pink and blue and faded grime you stare out
And a generation feels their stomachs knot.