I had a dream:
I saw birds struggling
To free themselves
From human bodies
Like ribcages
Ripping out from chestscapes
And flying up to the skies
These birds ascended
In formation like smoke
Spiralling upwards
Into the freedom of the air
And the world echoed with
Their pained and anguished screeches
Their frantic gliding
Was a spectacle
That no-one could fail
To see.
And after a while
It seemed like there
Was nowhere left to go.
And when everyone watching
Had finally lost interest
And dispersed,
And even the heavens
Would not open,
These birds were left
Suspended over Flossenburg
And Ravensbruck
