Michael Pruchnicki


A COLOSSAL WRECK


Rereading Shelley's 'Ozymandias' recently
gave me time to reconsider
the glory days of Germany

I recalled the blurry black and white
newsreels of the time
my mates and I viewed
in the local movie palace

The rows of steel helmets
and glossy jackboots
in precise ranks
as battalions
raised arms
'Heil Hitler! '

Be grateful that we who served
and survived can view scenes
that linger in memories
and in the printed word!

Submitted: Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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  • Mandi June (7/5/2012 8:51:00 AM)

    You're poetry is so honest and precise, but incredibly descriptive. I get an insightful understanding of your respect for history, and it is referenced with a poetic appreciation in your work. This poem expresses what an impact the world's past has had on you, personally. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Mandi June (7/5/2012 8:51:00 AM)

    You're poetry is so honest and precise, but incredibly descriptive. I get an insightful understanding of your respect for history, and it is referenced with a poetic appreciation in your work. This poem expresses what an impact the world's past has had on you, personally. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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