Is there not a German thing
we call art or high culture -
a poem, a piece of music,
a painting or an equestrian statue,
in which a seed of the
Porajmos and the Holocaust
didn't linger, dormant,
until came the Austrian
head-gardener with
his many assistants,
giving water and nutriens
a plenty for these seeds
beyond counting, laying
ready in the fertile soil
of the German psyche?
23.12.2022
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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