| Kommandant der meine Seele, When the bullet from my father’s pistol Ripped through my chest is was you, meine Liebe, Marching into my heart. I was lucky To get to tread alongside you, with you In the lens of my camera, its quick clicks Ringing out like the shots of firing Squad. And you in my viewfinder, handsome As the nights you shared with me at Berghof, Deep in our foxhole where only love reigned. When I tried to rest with the sleeping pills You rescued me, mein Held. You always do. That’s why it was so easy to sit, quiet, When you were locked away in those war rooms With men of lesser minds and ambitions. I was at your flank then, hidden beside You as I always am. No bayonet Could possibly sever what we possessed, What we possess still now in this river. Even now I remember our wedding. The land you conquered in me could be seized By no one else. It felt like just minutes That I held your name, etched onto my tag, Before the tart burn of the capsule bore Through my veins as the gun’s hot metal burned Through your temple. So here we lay below The river’s rushing water together As you and I were always meant to be. -Eva --Christine W., 22 |
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Deep in the Currents of the Elbe
