friends were hopeful, eager to believe
as an outstanding student. Neither do they recall any subject
he particularly
I Am God
task of distributing
deportation
notices,
Having watched
their rampant,
senseless
violence
explode
into
world
class was terrible.
Many of us had small guns
which we took to class.
Here I am. I have reached bottom.
Isnt that a wonderful feeling?
Hiding was essential.
One refuge
was a cellar,
encased in solid stone
they spent weeks
in the attics
or basements
of friends,
never knowing
Friday, January 23, 2009
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