Grauzone Poem by Pierre Rausch

His body language made another attempt
Clutching the teddy to his chest
Patiently sitting through
The biggest boy in the Kita
There are no gaps
Every word can be used
In different shapes
A son with grey hair
As we are going through
The even-taste that followed
To indicate it compelling
To continue on the way
To a familiar tingle
Any other for the rest
You were allowed to play
The drama school concern
We look at each other
On a constant way
In a constant way
What is the point
That it deserves sympathy and support