Friday, January 7, 2011

Vera's Last Night


 Vera’s -- last night
© 2010 Peter Manda

it’s dark tonight.
and my hunger starves me – while.
outside the furnaces roar;

and ashes strewn flakes
of snow white
ossifications

Falls – or so it seems to those –
of my mind

it wishes.
my mother’s arms; and it wishes. –
and a cup of
coffee with my father
Schlag –

And yet. I carry not this Star
because of Them;
but because I know that
without my witness

of those their final moments, the night
of my eyes, those
here in these berths with me
-- --
choking.
from the final futility of
fate fostered upon them

would never be known.

and they would flow …
like --;

warmed up cavemen
dangled into their hands over
and into,

the gaping holes of His-Story.

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