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Brecht 5-Mar-06
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A HERMENEUTICS OF TESTIMONY:
SURVIVAL MANUAL FOR THE CAMPS
But I am a worm,
barely human (sein);
Not even autrui
scorned by the Others,
despised by the Minders;
Lying here naked, stretched out;
Retinas blown, foundations shaken:
On a cold gun-metal grey dais;
all postmodern; Western bliss.
Could it be amnesia
rather than anamnesis
– beyond the silence.
Spinning.
Forgetting.
Not remembering
a gift-giving God;
manifest by the body
of his one and only Son,
revealed to lost,
searching creatures beyond hope
– for no good reason.
As Minders industrially
render our bodies,
torture our souls,
beyond any identity
No longer human,
Or tilted toward You;
a forever lost conversation.
Drugs dripping
into veins, right forearm pierced,
so I willingly tell Secrets;
I will…