Mountain ranges were, the mountains' quiet Poem by Ida Börjel

mountain ranges were, the mountains' quiet
quiet echo; flag on Mount Everest
over the frozen corpses, over tons
of garbage left behind along
the trails on the streets of Berlin
right-wing extremists' twenty-two-thousand placards
two weeks after the elections
still especially dense near the Jewish Museum
and the party leader's manner of straddling
the motorcycle beneath the headline Gas geben
where brown leads blue
in the shadow of the Hungarian mob; over
the majority of German civilians who
were forced by the Allies to see Die Todesmühlen's
film sequences from Dachau, Bergen-Belsen
Nordhausen, Auschwitz afterwards
denied responsibility, did not
know of any death camps; there were: echoes
echo was, echo from Budapest's silenced
National Theatre towards The Freedom Theatre Jenin