Kaddish
The Day tilts
The poem has sharp edges, my hands bleed
in showers of rain
I go into preservation
in memory of the future
Humanity blooms in Auschwitz, Gaza, Kreml, Jerusalem,
Hanoi, Theresienstadt, Wöbbelin, Kfar Aza, Sabra & Shatila
Humanity bears fruit:
dehumanization, cluster bombs, Pol Pot, mustard gas, Hitler, Zyklon B,
Agent Orange, Netanyahu, Napalm, nuclear arms,
Putin, Trump
A godless minstrel hides a poem
down the road
All mirrors are tucked in
Implacability reads Kaddish for the world
Everything is at stake;
that's not much, but everything counts
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2023-11-09 at 10:02
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