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Scraps from Comrade Zaitsev – Volume 8

This poem was found written on the back of a map of Stalingrad.  Taras had journeyed there with a girl one summer.  She returned before he did, it is unclear if they spoke again.

upon these sepulchral days

i am unwell, out of phase with this good world.
just slightly off,
enough to make the difference:
the simple made complex,
the fluid, rough.

we suffered for our silence,
lost for faith's lack.

i will miss the never we always were.
and the all i merely imagined.

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