Ernst Toller (1 December 1893 – 22 May 1939 / Samotschin / Poland)
The people's conscience squats
on a worm-eaten pole.
Around the pole dance the bones of three children.
From the young mother's belly it ruptures forth:
the sheep's pulse bleats baa baa.
Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2012
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