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Wewelsburg.
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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Wewelsburg. + + The father reads aloud, spitting glory, A small boy with flawed eyes Basks in puff ball dreams While mother, with patient indifference Clicks her needles ~ And so the mind visions are conjured He unsheathes the sword of chivalry Marches with the legions of the valiant As Teutonic Knights go to battle Across the flowered carpet ~ He sees a perfect world of untainted genes Purity in blue eyes and golden hair Siegfried bestrides the cosmos Not in Marienburg But here, in Wewelsburg ~ The small man turns to the in- tray Peers through rimless glasses And signs with a flourish Ten thousand more Are unfit for the new world. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Your poem transmits an uneasy feeling, Cari. I vaguely remembered something "dark" relating to Wewelsburg and therefore I googled it and indeed its history is gruesome! What cruelties have been perpetrated in the name of that crazy dream of a "Reine deutsche Rasse"!! A well rendered historical/political flashback. Margherita |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Poignant, and certainly regretable history.. There is great skill in your poetry-- This one shows that on every line, not one wasted word.. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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