Baby Steps
I went to Israel to count the namestracing them with fingers
brushed with salt and sand.
In Germany I saw words
that swam before my eyes
as walking through the excrement
of broken glass and unknown whores
I realised I knew nothing of my history,
just names and dates and places.
These lives are lost to me
so I visit monuments
with broken glass and excrement.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2013-06-29 at 21:36
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