Improvisations (1945 – Jeltje Fanoy # 8

my father lost his memory,

but his random associations

welcomed as idiosyncratic

embellishments of th past

 

th unmemorable everyday

in Europe as, one step-at-

 

a-time, they were feeling

their way thru dreadfulness

 

philosophy, unimaginably,

couldn’t explain those camps

 

most institutions implicitly,

or, insidiously, in collusion

 

my mother’s guiding principle

of not ending yr life today

when, for no earthly reason,

tomorrow there could be a way