Poem by Maria Miraglia
A SUITCASE
Poland 1939- 1941
They only gave me twenty minutes
and told
I could bring a suitcase with me
just one
I was afraid
but that old cardboard object
took away from me
the fear of something terrible
and imminent
suggested the idea of continuity
overtime
the miserable things
lastly pressed inside
could have been useful tomorrow
and the day after
again
but it didn’t take long
to understand it was the offer
of a fleeting illusion
a lie
to make things easier
It would be of no use
if not to become
a silent testimony
of the occurred tragedy
@ Maria Miraglia
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 
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