Three Poems

INTERREGNUM
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After the explosion I saw
a large cloud of smoke;
I saw the terrible notch
on the Fantastic Rock.

I did just my duty:
I dropped the bomb
on the country called Oblivion.
Then I flied back to the Combe.

The Combesh awarded me a medal,
but I didn´t go into rapture:
I spat on the General´s face...
Now I´m waiting for the future.

I wonder what will happen.
Maybe they´ll shoot me,
maybe they´ll throw
my poor body to the Big Bee...

But, sincerely,
it´s not important for me.
I kiss the Photographic Memorial
of people I destroyed.



I MOURN
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I mourn Ann Frank´s death too,
safetyless martyr
of cruel persecutions.
I mourn for her,
even if I should have to cheer up
I´m not into a lager.

And I´m Jew
and I´m Gipsy
and I´m “Nigger“,
over silly beliefs
and old superstitions.

“Arbeit macht frei“
among barbed wires:
it´s a yellowed image,
but so real!

O, God wouldn´t permit
that manship knew evil...

Simple words, I know, cannot persuade,
cannot open hearts
or crash down a prison,

but in the meanwhile
the beautifulest song
is dying out.
Just behind the corner.




SOLDIER´S DAWN
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I´m a volunteer for life:
neither for profit nor for the king,
but for the most important thing.

I kept awake near my vain gun,
standing on feet to control the enclosed lawn,
and saw the soldier´s Dawn.

Volunteer for life:
I catch the dreams that people let slide,
I support love and friendship.

Saluted the newborn Sun
with the rumbling music of ancient realities,
not in hurry during Time´s run.

Volunteer for life...

One gave me the change in morning cleanliness.
He watched my pale face,
then he smiled, he dressed my uniform

and became ME.

...neither for profit nor for the king,
but for the most important thing.