in
de still
to 't gedenken an Agathe
Lasch*
af
un to
in de still
tippt se mi an
jun lesten sekunnen
er ieskole krall
as dat unvörstellbare
jachens wißheit was
as ju jun tokummst angluup
ut verfeerde ogenhölen
in bleke, giftsugene trünen
as allens klipp un klaar
daarstünn
in verrenkte leden ehr krickel-krackel
mank'n himp-hamp up de kulen
ehr boddens
de ogenblick twüschen
begriepen un nix
as dat schrickwiersümmen
to'n truurwies wöör
to'n tranenlose klaag
över jun minschenwöörd
jun minschengloov
un jun minschendrööm
er verdarven
un över all de leddigen
wöör
to jun gedenken
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in
the still
in memory of Agathe
Lasch*
now
and then
in the still
it touches me
the icy-cold claw
of your last seconds
when the unimaginable
suddenly was certainty
when your future stared
at you
out of terrified eye sockets
in pallid, poison-sucking
grimaces
when everything was clearly
written there
in the scribbly scrawl of
contorted limbs
amid the jumble on the bottoms
of the pits
the moment between realization
and nothingness
when the hum of electric
fences turned into a lament
into a tearless wail
over the destruction
of your human dignity
your human beliefs
and your human dreams
and over all the empty words
in your memory
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