He hums his unwritten song
Who's a famous drunkard in the village.
It's a quiet starlit night
And stars twinkle to his sad rhythm.
Passing the isolated graveyard nearby a stable
He stopped for a while.
And his old friend speaks from a broken tomb;
'Hey! There October Moon peeps like your innocent Auschwitz fiancee
And how the crawling life goes on chum! '
Could you please pass me a non-filter cigarette
If you have any spare one? '
He thinks on his way to the lonely Inn
That his dumb friend never smoked before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful title.Mysterious meeting between the two old friends. So much is left unsaid, but that is one of the charms of your poems. Take care. Friends 4ever, Sandra