I saw myself on T.V.
I think. In black & white
on channel four, tonight.
My Doppelganger from 1938.
He looked just like me
When I was 14, in1964.
I have a photo. In black
& white in an album.
I was serious then.
He was serious too,
beating a drum
and marching in the Hitler Youth.
He looked just like me.
Maybe he was me.
Maybe he was you.
Maybe we’ve all got a
Doppelganger in the Hitler Youth.
In black & white.
If only we could see.
Martin Swords
July 2005
Interesting. Maybe I dont get it. Is Doppleganger a proper name or title or something. Maybe I dont get it because Im American. I like that it makes you think a bit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh what a ugly painting, I exclaimed in horror, But to horror of horrow I realized I was looking in a mirror. We have found enemy he is us. Good Work