'Libertas Schulze-Boysen b. Paris, Prussian lineage;
aged 29 executed in Plötzensee prison 22.12.1942'
Fish heads, of course to make beautiful soup, was Madeleine's hearty reply.
The recipe from the Reich forty years after, and Francis Stuart limped
in their lovenest, poured Bushmills—healing gilded river water
on the coffee table a copy of Der Spiegel: ‘Schulze-Boysen Straße'
text, photos,8 mm film of the Evil Empire (smuggled out)
anti-Nazi poster campaign, first-time Holocaust truths in print
fleeing, she nearly escaped the Gestapo. But it was easier for me to talk
of Yeats & Shakespeare—Mr Stuart smiled at my youthful remarks.
Saturday, January 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: holocaust