Legs immortel *

lutte, mon âme,

chante, mon cœur,

vis, mon amour…

sur les feux encore couvants

des damné(e)s de la résistance,

avec les chœurs intarissables

des justes et honorables,

affichant un sourire ineffaçable

à la mémoire 

des sans nom, sans visage,

sans voix…

mais non sans histoire

ormsby k.ford

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Sempervirent legacy *

countless Osips and Xs,

(when they died…)

untold Oscars and Rezeqs

(upright, still on their feet…)

myriad Nadezhdas and Dignas

(they were tired, yes, even alone...)

manifold Anna Maes and Simones,

(yet still caring, sedulously daring...

hearts and souls perduring,)

harbouring...nurturing

the deathless smile of "undefeated despair

(“requiescat in pace,
ou mewite sa
”)

ormsby k.ford

"...These are people who understand that human life is short and history is long, and that their humanly elegant efforts will not only go unheralded by that history, but mostly go unacknowledged in their own darkening time, and be all but eradicated by the sheer impoverishment of language and literacy in their native country during a New American Dark Age that comes cloaked in glittering technology instead of a coarse woolen cowl. Such unassuming and dedicated people are among our best. [...] E. M. Forster described them as, "Not an aristocracy of power, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, considerate and the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes and through the ages, and they know each other when they meet. Authority, seeing their value, tries to net them and to utilize them. But they slip through the net and are gone; when the door is shut they are no longer in the room; their temple is the Holiness of the Heart's Imagination, and their kingdom, though they never possess it, is the wide open world." In this they are deathless. Like periwinkles"
Joe Bagean
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