who’s next


previous year the mother

this year the older brother

lay motionless

tears falling



o angel of death

why you come with no tell

no voice sounded

nor shadow seen

sudden the body trembling …. convulsively

passion fading to gray

breathe strangled by silence

a soul has gone by

and you…. walk away with strapping steps

slowly lost in the hymn of victory

while we wondered

who’s next


– mei –


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