I See

It seems so current

Insignificant

I’m a risk

A hazard

Toxic for the heart

Turned away

Rejected

I’m left

Cold, frail, dying the last days

They don’t talk

Communicate

Or even share a smile

They haven’t spoken

I haven’t seen them

She’ll get wed, without him there

My underwear is soiled

I smell

Don’t get near me.

I bruise easily

I sleep constantly

Nazis separated my family

Haven’t seen my brother or sister

And now my great grandchildren

Have lost a grandfather

My son

He is dead, and he doesn’t even know it.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.06.12.11:27:51@599BroadwayNYC