Stephen Loomes Poems
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Viktor Frankl, Mans Search For Meaning
Guiding us all through endless night
A student of Freud, a genius too
Hated by the Nazis
Because he was a Jew
Imprisoned for years
He longed to be free
Five years, what a test of his psychiatry.
In Auschwitz he mixed
With German and Jew
Where survival each day
Tested all that he knew.
He learned about mankind
And found two basic strands
The decent and indecent
Whatever their lands
The prisoners who turned Capo
And betrayed their friends
The German who risked life
To make some amends
He talks of the Jews...
At Jim Morrison's Grave
At the Cemetery of Pere Lachaise,
there was a grave without a tombstone there.
There was a plastic wreath
and scrawls of chalk.
Across the mound the stray cats, scavenged
for there was no living prey to stalk;
While the earth consumed the screaming flesh,
the voyeurs came from cul de sacs'
to smell the grave and hurry back.