England Offers New Comforts. I Could Write

I Laid My Face To The Smooth Face Of The Marble And Howled My Loss Into The Cold Salt Rain.

God, It Was Good To Let Go, Let The Tight Mask Fall Off, And The Bewildered, Chaotic Fragments Pour Out. It Was The Purge, The Catharsis.

Don't Talk To Me About The World Needing Cheerful Stuff! What The Person Out Of Belsen Physical Or Psychological Wants Is Nobody Saying The Birdies Still Go Tweet-tweet, But The Full Knowledge That Somebody Else Has Been There And Knows The Worst, Just What It Is Like.

I Lean To You, Numb As A Fossil. Tell Me I'm Here.

Everything People Did Seemed So Silly, Because They Only Died In The End.