I Couldn't Visit Dachau
by Imogen Arate
When I was in Munich
I couldn't bring myself
To visit Dachau
Already exhausted
I feared I would collapse
Into unmendable parts
Under the emotional encounter
I avoided all the camps
It was an appreciated privilege
Instead
I talked with gentle
Older German ladies
Who took me
Off my itinerary
Some to their home towns
Rebuilt post war
Through broken English
Some told me of their
Sons who lived in kibbutz
To atone for a generation's sins
Others told me about the firebombing
Of now reconstructed quaint towns
Of the lake of fire
That swallowed the unlucky
Moments after losing grip
Of their firmly believed cause
Thought to assure victory
Sympathy for one's enemy
Ideology attached to human faces
Also a symptom of privilege
Much like that of
The luxury of having
The time to feel
Instead of the necessity
Of self numbing for survival
Yet my enemy is the conflict
That cheapens life
That rationalizes cruelty
As long as I hate their philosophy
That demands I weigh suffering
To measure their worth in empathy
I ask for better of myself
Though I'm unsure
If I'd be a hero or coward
In the times they had lived in
Or even the era I now live in
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"I Couldn't Visit Dachau" is also read and discussed on Poets
and Muses 2/2/20, https://soundcloud.com/poetsandmuses/imogen-arate-with-beate-sigriddaughter
Imogen Arate is a US-based Poet and the Executive Producer and Host of Poets
and Muses (https://poetsandmuses.com/), a weekly poetry podcast where she
chats with poets about their inspirations. She has written in verse since her
tween years, in four languages and published in two (English and French). While
Imogen has always utilized poetry as a vehicle for self expression, she has
also found it to be an effective therapeutic tool in coping with a recent
trauma.
The last stanza carries the poem out of the park, but this sentence, for me, was the CRACK of the bat: "The luxury of having the time to feel instead of the necessity of self numbing for survival."
ReplyDeleteThank you Mathew!
DeleteWe need this poem so much. It's wonderful, at time of rising anti-semitism, when small immigrant children are locked up in cages and die without anyone noticing. It is a philosophical poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you-your comment means a lot to me.
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