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Poetry || SubmissionsLorcan Ryan BlackTedHere is the heart that beat, that beatWith yours - does it bleed? Are we the same? I used to dream Nazis abducted you in a boat on the Seine, To separate us, to spite me. But I dreamt you had ordered it, and I, I was the Jew, the Jew who stupidly mourned you. On the roll lay my name but the Nazi Who came was you, Ted, you. Black boots, black belt and sadist's eye, With a crooked hooked black-on-red cross Adorning your shoulder and thigh. Your dark red runs through my veins Ted, Since then Ted, since then. Were we ever the same? Pack me off on the train to Belsen then, A lame sheep to the slaughter. I'm not suited to your black-booted-brute régime. Or perhaps you could ignore me and I Could rise in the morning and metamorphose. I could discard my sulphur star, for it ails you, And don a black shirt and cap. I could be more like you, with your goose-step, Your hasty judgement, and whip-crack verbal-attack. I have a cold, cold heart like a cold, stone beast like you. Here is truth now, this crippled carcass Dragging itself through the dust on its Bleeding fingers, legless, breathless And a bright white peace flag over It's blistering back. This witless creature is our final trial, Ted. You stand authoritatively at its end and I its head Looking it over with gleaming pride, It's your latest victim, you said. I wonder if it's symbolic, mine Nazi, mine Nazi, But of what, our former friendship? Your red swastika sting and appals! And my yellow star makes you sick. Bludgeon it then, with your brute butcher's cleaver, Hear it holler and yell. We buried it under a Cherry Blossom in July, With harsh words and a dismissive goodbye, Summer was symbolic: without you I grew. Your suppression reduced me, you user, you user, you. But I'm better, being shot of a backhanded bastard like you. Lorcan Black is seventeen years old and from Newbridge, Kildare, Ireland. His writing has appeared in The Oak Review, Dublin and Watermark Press. Specimenm an online Irish publication specializing in both prose and poetry recently published two of his poems ('Aerialist', and 'Primeval Aquamarine'). Today's Situation
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