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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