Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Out Of The Tube - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Only one eye remained.
Though she was calm
and did not seem to worry
about the loss at all.

She had been yanked
out of the subway car,
by confidence and fear
wrapped up in power,
raw and most effective.

The fellow in fluorescent green
had hugged her then and there,
she was a sight to love
and to behold, although she bled
like anyone, she bled, and bled.

And then, to everyone's surprise,
she found a juniper hedgerow,
leaned back for comfort, a re-charge,
and there she died. Alone..

The sirens warned the few
who lingered on the street,
and there he was, carrying
their boy, both in a fever
of quick anticipation.

Too late, my friend and lover,
you will not save her now,
perhaps you can, the two
of you and other millions
go out and tell them, all.

But in the meantime you,
and countless others will
accept the truth of truths.
And walk away from it.
Perhaps not you.


Comments about Out Of The Tube by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (7/9/2005 11:11:00 AM)


    Your poem grabs ahold of the reader, and doesn't let go. Nicely wrote.. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/9/2005 10:21:00 AM)


    Most excellent! Very moving piece (Report) Reply

  • (7/9/2005 10:07:00 AM)


    very moving and sad. Good job (Report) Reply

  • (7/9/2005 9:40:00 AM)


    And...Cut to commercial.

    Good one Herbert.

    Sincerely
    Ronberge.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 9, 2005



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