Did you tell me about Auschwitz?
about Dachau?
about Belsen?
Did you tell me about Riga?
Or the winter's ice
In Serbia?
Did you tell me about the butchers?
The wolves with swatstikas?
Your children's ribs
their bellies distended
eyes sunk into skulls
and souls in hell?
No,
You did not.
You told me about
Ventspills
and Liepaja
Of picnics in the Spring
Swimming in the Baltic Sea.
Ausma on the harpsicord
Riga with the mandolin
and Inta who danced on fairy clouds.
Did you tell me about the rifles?
The napalm?
The bombs on Hiroshima
and Nagasaki?
Did you tell me about the radiation?
The burns?
The tin soldiers and the tanks?
And the Gestapo wielding God's flaming sword?
No,
You did not.
You told me about cherry blossoms
and monarch butterflies
About Beethoven and Le Corbusier
The gypsy woods
and walking in the rain
warm fireside chats and family times.
Did you tell me about
your pain?
Your loss?
Your life that was ripped apart?
Did you tell me about the hurting?
The torture?
The rapes of life
and death?
No,
You did not.
You told me about your lover
your sweet times
your happiness in life
The Russian boy who loved you
The child who was my father
and the promise that is my tomorrow
And,
you told me
how much you loved me.
~ (C) ~
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