Thomas Ország-Land (July 2017)

 

SPARK

1

 

A spark burns out when she ignites a flame.

She is fulfilled in a flame igniting a blaze.

 

I would give all for a blaze to light up the hearts,

to light up the world, to raise a hope for life.

 

 

2

 

My cell: just seven steps by two. I can even tell

how long my life will last: two days at the least.

 

I won’t be 23 in July. I knew the risks.

The stakes were high. I played for life. I lost.

 

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THOMAS ORSZÁG-LAND is a poet and award-winning foreign correspondent who writes for New English Review on Europe and the Middle East. His last book was Survivors: Hungarian Jewish Poets of the Holocaust (Smokestack, 2014) and his last E-chapbook, Reading for Rush Hour: A Pamphlet in Praise of Passion (Snakeskin, 2016), both in England. His work appears also in current issues of Acumen, Standpoint and The Transnational.

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