When the morning breaks upon
The view toward Bisamberg
A mighty fall of powdery white
Sugar lies like coating on a cake
Across the roofs of Korneuburg.
All’s asleep below the milky skies
Where the pink and pearly
Reflections paint the rising of
The wintry sun and
Movements of a swarm of crows
Paint pitch-black spots onto
The nebulous uniform.
Sounds from TV ads whip up
The five patients
Being treated for the day
While nature’s drama of the
Birth of a new day unfolds to us
Who are nearer the fully glazed
Lore tells me stories about his
Youth during the Russian
Occupation of Stainz
While I had back flashes of my own
Growing up during the years 1943
I am glad that Lore’s parents also
Had non-violent experiences
During the occupation
Some related to mine
As a small boy observer.
The sun is full flight across its
Lower wintry path and opts
Its powers of brilliant lighting
For the camera man’s heart
Reminding Lore of Jupiter lamps
Which made the actors sweat
But with Led technology today
This is historical past.
Lore smiles like a Saint.