The Survivors Poem by Martin Lochner

The Survivors



The dead fortunate in their forgetfulness!
the living cursed with the blemish of memory!
their souls trapped in barbwire dream catchers
forever reading damned oracles of fear

Trying to dismantle
they tear and cut themselves
in endless strands of despair

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