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.