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Berlin 1945
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Hambre del Alma
We have stormed through Unter den Linden,
the great boulevard,
with ash and brain matter in our hair
This final morning is ours
my brothers
and
our flag,
garrisoned on Hotel Adlon,
which now barely stands,
our flag,
garrisoned on Hotel Adlon,
which now barely stands,
snaps and whips us to
our knees
I cry with outstanding relief
with blood and dust inside my eyes
with blood and dust inside my eyes
The streets have finally calmed,
before they were oceans of thunder and
black screams,
disfigured mouths that
coughed up smoke like a
skeleton's prayer
Men's bodies lie everywhere,
in pieces
some are still sighing
some are still holding their wounds as they die
calling out for their mothers
before they were oceans of thunder and
black screams,
disfigured mouths that
coughed up smoke like a
skeleton's prayer
Men's bodies lie everywhere,
in pieces
some are still sighing
some are still holding their wounds as they die
calling out for their mothers
muttertier, muttertier
take us home.
oh these lines!
"disfigured mouths that
coughed up smoke like a
skeleton's prayer"
finger snaps!
Much Love
Ashley
what a war poem
recall of death is hard
very nice poem
There's a Brad Pitt movie
There's a Brad Pitt movie called Fury - the horrors and terrors of war explicitly depicted. Blood is taboo, entrails are too strong for our soft eyes and hearts (some war movies are getting pretty graphic). Veterans know what hell war is. I remember snipits - Rambo "I tried to put him back together but I couldn't find his legs." Powerful description in this poem - "...with ash and brain matter in our hair..." I know adults who only watch G rated movies. - Lady A -