Compos Mentis












For most of it there are no words


I lie awake

listening             to my heart             beating

slow                              and                              steady


In this camp
death is the reality
There is no hope of escape

My mind
scours my brain
for traces of humanity

A searchlight

crosses                        slowly

back                          and                         forth

Anything       which           anyone

believes        is            true

is  true

In the darkness
I am aware of a body
that is no longer mine