Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Two Buddies Meet At God's Acres - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Midnight had come,
although without me,
I lay asleep
in Dreamland
by Futon.
The date was February,
the seventh,
counting dateline,
to thus adjust
for overseas
and older friends.

We were, the two
of us, like once
upon a time that
saw us both,
as young
and strapping,
we stood,
me leaning
on my father's
marble stone,
he facing me
and pointing,
touching,
prodding,
with his
butcher's finger
into my chest.
And thus he spoke:
'It is the seven,
that is my number',
to which,
confused
I did reply:
'Is it the lucky
one for you,
the seven,
as it is for many? '

He did not speak
for many moments,
just gazed at me
with sad black lashes,
then, with a nod
he shook his head
just like the man,
you know, the black
and revolutionary
Doc, the name is Luther,
Martin, yes,
he rose to heights
that stretched his frame
beyond all expectation,
and shouted now,
top of his voice,
'It is my number,
not my luck! '

I had sat up
in nuisance sweat,
and never found
my way
back into sleep
that fateful night.
But daylight
would erase
all traces of
this foolishness.

But my friend Robert,
what a guy!
He always was a talker,
he did not send
or call
or write,
was incommunicado,
there was a note,
laconic words,
so lonely in the box,
it did not beg,
ask to be read
but showed
its awful presence.

That night at twelve,
he prodded me,
to reach my heart
with fingers,
that had just lost
some of their blood
and said their last good-bye.
He died alone,
it was his time
and had the manners
and the love
to pause
and say Farewell.


Comments about Two Buddies Meet At God's Acres by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (4/2/2005 6:23:00 AM)

    Thanks guys.
    What did give me the absolute creeps is that all of this is true. It happened in Feb of this year.
    H
    (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • (4/2/2005 5:33:00 AM)

    brilliant..
    since i must write 20 characters to submit my comment i'll just repeat it: brilliant..
    HBH
    (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • (4/2/2005 5:24:00 AM)

    this may become one of my favourites of yours, Herbert. there are so many I have yet to read but you got me straight away with the 'in Dreamland/ by Futon.' you know, someone once said to me that if the world was an apple, we would be mere pips. I mean, what a load of horseshit. they hadn't even considered the issue of scale... (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 3 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: farewell, lonely, father, sad, rose, friend, sleep, lost, alone, night, time, god



Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 2, 2005



Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  7. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]