(Gleiwitz,1946)
The old Romanesque church in Petersdorf,
closed since the Germans left the neighbourhood,
crumbles in the pouring acid rain.
Above, no bells toll for its dead; but stain
upon stain marks the stones where Mary’s scarf
rests at the bare feet of its heavy rood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So poignant and sad Leo