Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Poem: Carmelites

                                                           

a noose of rain

Dachau is but a nest of stones and Carmelite


the barracks are no more

the town has festivals

 

the brookstills outside the wire

the bridge babbles the crematorium

 

the hangman says

 

the earth does not reek

the town is not

                           fat

 

there is no

Fleisch in the smoke

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