For The Dead Of The Revolution Poem by Ernst Toller

For The Dead Of The Revolution

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Death-prone, the bodies
forked in mutiny
against the collar
of the uncooked plague,
your destiny cleansed
with the dark gesture.
By whom the paths are prepared,
to sink upon the grill,
death pitches forward still
before him, in reverence.

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Ernst Toller

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Samotschin / Poland
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