ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA
A Few Words In German
poem dedicated to Gustav Stresemann
Could anyone
suppose?
Look
- here's the man,
peace prize
winner.
Admirable
- he extinguished the war conflagration
in the western
Europe
He made a mistake
and threw three words like sparks:
Nur fur Deutsche
Then it was enough to shout:
Deutschland uber
alles!
From words to
deeds
- A thin piece of
land
curling like an
umbilical cord,
between Poland and
the Baltic sea,
was brutally cut off.
Blood and fire
flooded Europe.
The iron army
started to march
The letters on the
belt buckles called:
-Got mit uns
Was he able to
predict the fate
of family,
the Jewish wife's
relatives?
Here they are
- Numbers stripped
of their identity,
Bodies boiled down
into soap
Hair in mattresses
Gold teeth in the
Reich treasury
They disappeared
into the sky
Like streaks of black smoke
They went through
the gate
with inscription
Arbeit macht frei
Death Ray
Poem dedicated to
Nikola Tesla
In the Croatian
village of Smiljan,
in the family of a
God-fearing priest
in July, a genius
was born.
In a child's mind
God lit a spark of
wisdom
and He watched how
quickly
the fire burned
the old world
The lad
rose high above
mediocrity.
The strength of
knowledge
opened the door to
a great mystery.
In the depths of
scientist’s mind
the creative
process took place
and humanity
received
technical wonders
as a gift
It's him
tamed energy and
invisible waves.
He moved the voice
to thousands of miles
that an audible
whisper
could sound out
loudly
and wooden boxes
spoke
like magic ones in
the fairy tale
On Orthodox
Christmas in 1943
the precious black
thick notebook
with a dangerous
endorsement
"government affairs"
disappeared
- like a ray of
sunshine at night
God picked up
Tesla’s wings at the New York Hotel.
America has robbed
his estate.
Nobel Prize was
destroyed by quarrels and defects.
He returned to his
homeland in the modest urn.
My Angel
forgive the
wounded feet
you walk with me
through the wilderness
the thorns of sins
tear at your robes
you protect against
the mud of evil words
and mean deeds
you fight against
perverse thoughts
thank you for
faithful persistence
for showing me the
way in darkness
and sometimes lending me your wings
ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA
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