Pity and terror stole into the innocent garden ...

I sat under the apple tree, reading Fatelessness by Imre Kertesz - 

Pity and terror stole into the innocent garden - 

There was powdered bone beneath my feet - 

I learned to speak a monstrous language - 

My head was shaven - there were sores around my ankles - 

Instead of the water meadows, I saw a bleached wilderness -

A dark city was hidden in smoke - 

There was dust inside my mouth - 

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Wednesday 17 June 2015

The garden of The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset