Viktor Frölke

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War poem (8)

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War poem 7

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Oh lord I can't believe I'm bored Already with this war As it’s stored With a destructive chord On the dumb keyboard in my mental wa...

War poem 6

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So here’s my No cry zone Let’s deliver on Ronald Reagan’s off the cuff remark And start bombing within five minutes First off: the Kremlin b...

War poem (5)

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My attempts to be of help to refugees and renegades, Fighters and flighters, wounded and needy,   Hopefuls and desperates, Have so far been ...

War poem (4)

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How many murders Do a mass murderer Make? A mass murderer, it seems, Should murder in the double digits, Should murder massively, Manifold, ...

War poem (3)

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And then, – not suddenly, but unexpectedly still –, Like a silverfish jiggling in the knife box, Hope returns. Last night, in the clear wint...

War poem (2)

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Never a dull moment, it seems. First, my beloved cousin took his life. Shortly afterwards, a storm raged over the city killing a man, just a...

War poem (I)

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The Ukrainian lady offering a flower seed To a Russian soldier in the street With the delicate assignment Worded so eloquently Take that you...

Crumbling an old cork

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My father and I are sitting at a table, trying to enjoy A left over Margaux that I found in the improvised cellar Beneath the wardrobe in my...
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