LOOKING BACK

Processing with words. Or going trough the pain with words. There's something in place. The wounds are getting smaller, but permanent signs occur in the place."Hidden treasure". A diary yhat was sleeping in a box in the attic for eighty years. An authentic document!


POEM BY ELLE WERNERS

To our split bones the war sticks
Now, after more than eighty years
We show up yo tell you
that our stories
must be read
They don't describe secrets
or sacred symbolism
They are like fragile creatures
at the edge of an abyss
With their feelers, they scanned the space at the time
that space also spans the time in which you
(The Reader in the One and Twentieth Century)
currently located

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