Ernst Neuschul : Messiah 1919
The war is over I am one who lived to tell Trapped in time In the continuity of tradition To have felt the finality of no more On our collective skeletal flesh Back to the beginning We are resigned But with the imprint in our sleeping and our waking I jump up aware in the darkness Gasping for air Of an evil imp on my chest I am mad with guilt and memories I was so afraid to be afraid My eyes are wild I come from nothing And go back to nowhere I have been stripped of my pride All has changed in one dark long night I wrap my ragged uniform around me Put my feet on the path The sun’s rays illuminate the day And my way The iron mountains rise in the distance I am one man Survivor of all that Now I can only trudge onward and endure Miriam Gampel Miriam Gampel writes from Toronto, Ontario.
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