Archeologist (For Gerald Steinacher)

LBelans 1-28-2020

 

Words

buried in walls

bones muscles

memories

shrouded in complicity 

 

He excavates horror and hope

from sealed vaults

of guilt and shame

 

He plants his feet

on the hardened earth of forgetting

Moves in measured rotation

holding past and future

in his merciful hands

 

He offers them

from his upturned palms

Blurred shapes

rise through the fog of history

like alms from the dead

 

Words form

before our eyes

under the flashing light of his miner’s helmet

 

Don’t    look   

       away. Never

forget. Never. Don't

look  Don’t

 

Never Forget

Don’t look away