Naomi Replansky, “Epitaph 1945” … poem & comment

Naomi Replansky
Epitaph 1945
My spoon was lifted when the bomb came down
That left no face, no hand, no spoon to hold.
A hundred thousand died in my home town.
This came to pass before my soup was cold.


This poem is so much stronger than any comment I could make. A fragment of such a dark moment in history. Somehow guilt, regret, and angst never leave us. We think war is about ideology, about ownership, about politics, power. But, it’s really about food, about innocence, shock, about the disappearance of the day to day – about a world we can never find again.


~ by samofthetenthousandthings on May 26, 2015.

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