Imagine, by Paul Celan

[shinygobonkers]

Imagine:
the moorsoldier from Masada
teaches himself homeland, in
the most inextinguishable way,
against
all barbs in the wire.

Imagine:
the eyeless without shape
lead you free through the throng, you
grow stronger and
stronger.

Imagine: your
own hand
has held once
more this
into life re-
suffered
piece of
inhabitable earth.

Imagine: that came towards me,
awake to the name, awake to the hand
forever,
from what cannot be buried.