MUSED Literary Magazine.


Eliza Segiet

Yesterday I was in Lodz with my friends
- today I know
that only in dreams I can meet them.
Yesterday I dreamed of factories
- today I know
that they sew German uniforms.

Yesterday I drove a cab
- today I know
I must be stronger
than the horse that pulled it.

Yesterday I slept
in starched bedding
- today
my wooden cot is covered with saddle-cloth.

Yesterday was a phantasm
- today
only the belief
that in people
will remain something of a Human.