Reprieve
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Herbert Nehrlich
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Half-timbered, specks of excrement
standing so still in history.
Whirlwind childhood, quickly spent,
so old and gray now. Look at me.
Yes, I've mused about the option
of that dark-of-night return,
on a re-birthing adoption,
hide behind a veil of fern.
Stare at yellowing wallpaper,
listen to the dripping tap.
Breathe medieval, musty vapour,
don my olive Wehrmacht cap.
Bu şiiri puanla
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