The death of Joseph Roth(1894-1939)

An escape for a man who knew what was coming

from the building project of Hell on Earth

to the silence at the cemetery

where words flow on headstones

like the life-ending liquids once did

when a grave of your own

was to become something cherished

as mass graves' bloomed with rot

To die then was to be lucky

when the arteries of the world erupted

pouring fountains of blood

clouds of ash from ovens

where no bread was ever made

19.08.2016