Victor Frankl Is (Not)dead Poem by gary polonsky

Perhaps you will smile at me,
Perhaps you will be sad,
Contradiction for a fee,
What I have I never had.

Nothing from my former life,
Sight is only now,
Once the boys behead your wife,
Your back is at the bow.

No success can e'er elate,
Life and nothing blur,
Non-existent heavywei‎ght,
Non-existent her.

The best of us have not returned,
They reached the lowest point,
Just as they were set to burn
They purified the joint.

There's nothing more to do but cry,
Perhaps to browse the Psalms,
My only consolations lie
Half-hidden in His alms.

Yet, life I see as meaningful,
As laying bare some lock,
Suffering as dutiful
When blitzed upon some rock.

And my only consolation muse
Is conscience cast as good.
To finish on some happy news,
I like my neighbourhood.


Written at Ontario, Canada - 6th May 2020