Grass Cutting In A Vienna Park Poem by Bill Smith

Grass Cutting In a Vienna Park

An old man remembers as a child
seeing his father knelt with friends
in a Vienna park, the year is 1938,
the sun warms their backs but the
gaze of the men in brown shirts chills their
hearts, stripped of dignity their heads bowed
silently cutting the lush green grass
with their teeth, people pass and say
nothing lest they too become victims
An old man remembers as a child
The beginning of the end