Surviving the holocaust’s aftermath became
an enigma’s nightmare - no-one claimed the
rectitude of event-hindsight meant you were
freed, but the few who might could not have
survived the original event - and won’t make
any difference we’re going to need; in death,
ideas cease t’ shed the light’s consequence
and flight of innocence has no place to rest
But it’s just me dreaming - tho’ awakening in
an age where reasoning comes first will take
my breath away I still prefer to sleep - shrine
or Schenectady won’t make a martyr of me -
and there I rest assured the corruption does
not emanate from a sanctuary where I sleep
© 27 October 2017, I. D. Carswell
No comments:
Post a Comment