Anne

Weird Poetry

I stood in her secret annex

Many years ago

And I still remember the patina of years past

Stuck to dingey walls and curling yellowed posters.

I climbed a dark narrow staircase

Just to stand in her shoes

And in the tiny rooms she and her family and friends shared

For two years.

Two long lonely years

Of

Depending on high-stakes kindness

And sustained silence to save them

From the devil —

A devil with horns hidden just above his brow

And a gouging flaming tail on full display.

Two fear-soaked years

Of

Never standing in the sun

And never kissing under the moon and stars

With toes toeing the grass,

Toes that feel their freedom in the cool dew.

She spent two years carving love-borne madnesses and unsinkable hopes

Into stones of eternity

While bloodied dragons hunted her blood,

And the blood of those like her.

If found —

Death would lead their way down that suffocating staircase

Into gallows of flame and silencing fire.

We

Of this era

In this part of the world

Do not know fear

And inconvenience.

We do not know true evil.

We do not know history.

That’s because we are too busy

Building more fires

And burning more books,

Blinding ourselves with the woke light of ignorance.

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👽❤

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*** I have no political affiliations, btw. Not left. Not right. Everyone is fucked as far as I’m concerned. I’m disgusted with society as of late. ***

12 thoughts on “Anne

    1. Thank you Tara. That means a lot coming. Anne has a special place in my heart. Being in the place where she lived with her family for 2 years in hiding, seeing her posters and diaries… it was very humbling. When I hear people of all sorts groan about oppression in the society we currently live in, I think of the Holocaust. That was oppression. Even more… it was full-on erasure of an entire group of people. It still boggles my mind. I also stood where the Nazis burned books in Berlin…and at Dachau concentration camp… over Hitler’s bunker… and countless museums and memorials. Nothing comes closer to oppression and erasure than the Holocaust. That’s my opinion anyway.

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  1. Si j’avais pu, j’aurais liker deux fois, mais ce n’est pas possible. Texte magnifique. Et je suis bien d’accord avec le commentaire que tu as laissé à Tara.

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