A Few More Poems
We were in a large room together
he and I.
Filled with relics
Of his past.
Things he created
To create a childhood
Things THEY created
To create a childhood
He showed me each farce;
Toured each false memory.
Nearly smiling here or there.
Upon my query, he answered
“i was younger then,
THEY were better then.”
“How so?” I asked
“In the beginning THEY kept THEIR secret.”
He showed me a banner.
Welcome it said; the letters large and friendly.
“THEY told me it would go to my parents,
At home where they would know things were well.”
“But Your parents were close,
Only a few buildings away.”
At this His eyes turned soft
He turned to a wall.
“THEY gave me this to complete that day.”
That day: the day his parents were sent to the furnace.
The wall was a mural,
A collage of Swastickas and Nazi Eagles.
“THEY thought to keep me busy that day.
THEY thought i wouldn’t see,
But i was wise to THEM;
THEY were not so careful by then.”
The lines within his aged eyes
Stretched with the memory:
Sunk into the past:
Crinkled with his age.
“You waited it out?” I asked.
“THEY let me live too long.”
“You escaped?”
“i was rescued.”
The wrinkles creased
Approaching smiles.
“And how old were you then?”
“Seventeen.”
How many years he had spent in Hell.
“And how old are you now?”
He stared at me.
He stared In me.
“Young man; I’m still seventeen.”
Denial
I am in Love
It is pure
It is true
I’ll deny it everyday
Each moment
Keep telling myself
I’m not in love
Everything is clouded
My world is lies
Deny, Deny, Deny
I’m not in Love
My heart is stone
Keep repeating these shameless lies
I am not in love
It is not pure
It is not true
I am not emotional
I am not human
I am all shameless lies
posted by David Fuchs (Greg Goble) @ 5:14 PM
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