Six of Hearts
Where are the yelps and the cries now, Magda,
Where did the squeals and the laughter go?
Where the bright eyes and the sighs now, Magda?
Gone where the shadows of darkness go!
What of your trembling hands now, Magda,
What of the tears from your eyes that flow?
Playing your Patience for time now, Magda,
Soon you will know what the others know!
These are the cards that have fallen, Magda,
Helga and Hilde, and Helmut, your son,
These were the fruit of your lies now, Magda,
Holde and Hedda and Hiede undone!
Loyalty comes at a price now, Magda,
Takes you unsteadily into the yard,
Wait the release of the bullet, Magda,
Taking each memory, bitter and scarred!
Waiting, you think of the card game, Magda,
Nothing would work in the fall of the cards,
You think of the one card lost there, Magda,
It comes with a bullet - the Six of Hearts!
21 August 2010
(After breaking cyanide capsules in the mouths of her six children,
Magda Goebbels returned to the bunker, sat and played Patience) .
poem by David Lewis Paget
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