Mark Sauer

Rookie - 94 Points (1958 / Texas, U.S.A.)

Homo Sum - Poem by Mark Sauer

The arson ash of Troy besmears my hand;
My arm aches from pounding nails in a cross;
Bored, I stomp numbed feet as I stand
Watch over kapo Jews, whilst they toss
Human logs in the fire. I warm my face
In the oven glow of orange flesh and bones,
Remembering; bayonets in driving ice
At Eylau; dashing infants' brains on stones
In Ninevah; that dead-eyed virgin I raped
In sacked Jerusalem; martyrs aflame.
It was not God who made the womb a gate
To a slaughterhouse. Mine is the blame.
Alas, I am full of humanity.
Nothing of Man is alien to me.

Topic(s) of this poem: humanity


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  • (12/29/2012 4:50:00 PM)


    Homo sum, nihil humanum a me alienum puto - I am a man, and nothing of mankind is alien to me.
    - Terentius
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 4, 2016


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