the darkness pumps steps
down smoke streets, burning
light features the
cow-eyed, the clamped jaws
and forced laughter of those
with bent souls,
we are past all words, thought
is trapped in brown amber, the
night creeps round each corner
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such foreboding! Kristolnacht? You made me think; beautiful word editing....