Douglas Barbour wrote:
> the unrolling fields in
> ‘the Golden Polish Autumn’
> stretched out thin lines of
> green or beige or black
> in long rectangular blocks
> (an occasional thin triangle
> dark green tangled
> pumpkins aglow)
>
> beneath hot sun
> thin white clouds
> pale blue sky
>
> we roll along taking
> everything passing by in
Thank you, Douglas.
TOTAL RECALL: THE POLISH RAILWAYS
The Polish railway is a screaming air whistle
a shriek to warn the people on the platform
at 2 AM that another transport is rolling in.
At 2 AM another transport is rolling in
and how many on board already are dead
smothered by weight and lack of air
Smothered by weight and lack of air
meadows and green fields are forgotten
neighborhoods left behind are smashed
Neighborhoods left behind are smashed
even the kapos remember home, but relentless
climb over the dead, kick the living
Climb over the dead, kick the living,
that is what we are for
and repetition cannot write a conclusion.
Ken/10-27-05
just like that
just because
dream quality
live blood
--
Kenneth Wolman
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Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.
W.H. Auden
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