Saturday, November 28, 2009


A scabrous blot: a labour camp
in the ice of the far north:
inmates deprived of food, warmth,
freedom, hope and joy.
Tomorrow is so unlikely
that the word “tomorrow”
has become synonymous
with for ever.
That is the reality.
But, at night, from a nearby hill
the snow-bound camp is transformed
into a jeweled crown.

This is the paradox:
a crime against humanity
and a tiara of light.

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