Herbert Nehrlich

(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Fata


At a quarter to twelve
he had shat his good self,
and, with bible in hand,
withered face in the sand,
feels the devil's foul breath
the foreboding of death.

'Let me climb one more peak
in this world of the meek,
do not take me this day.'
And he's gone on his way
to the land of believers
who, besotten like beavers,
take the judgment and die
never seeing the fly
in the mulberry soup,
or the ghost in the group.
Leaves behind Satan's words
in the language of nerds.
Then he drinks sour wine
from his Godfather Rhine.

Trusted soul, you shall sink
into heavenly drink,
no more devil to dread,
no more God. He is dead.

Submitted: Monday, March 27, 2006
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  • Gina Onyemaechi (3/27/2006 2:59:00 AM)

    I caught on to the seriousness in this one a lot quicker than normal. I share the view that death is the absolute end, but I don't think that I could ever say it quite like this, so bluntly (not to mention crudely) . A biting poem. G. (Report) Reply

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