Poem Hunter
(04 October 1943 / Germany)


Poem By Herbert Nehrlich

My eyes now opened, so reluctantly
and dawn had surely broken, without me.
A bluish green and oscillating cloud
was now descending from the chandelier to me.
Hail Mary, what on earth is happening here now
who is accusing me of things I could not do
there was a brief and rather painful sizzling touch
which in a flash obliterated me and all.

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