artwork: ralph murre
January
27, 1945
by Ethel Mortensen Davis
Deep
January
never
felt so warm--
when
the strong arms
of
the Red Army
picked
up
the
skeleton-like people
and
set them
on
blankets in the snow.
The
evil snake
had
reached down
deep
into their bodies
and
tried to snatch
their
very souls,
but
the soldiers
gathered
them
like
sick dogs
in
their arms
and
set them
into
the sunshine.
Libertacja
was like
the
swinging
of
a thousand swings
up
into the air--
a
day when poetry
began
to be written.
~
first published in Gallup Journey Arts
Edition (2011)
