A POEM BY FRANZ WERFEL(1890-1945)

I am reading a declaration written by a now dead man

how he is alive; capturing a gone day

he shouts that he is alive, that he lives

for yet another day; words

on the screen of a computer, long

distanced from the moment he scribbled

down the words transported by time. A

dead man, a mind

gone like the light of that day. Just

the desperation remains

and reminds.

14.12.2017