Toska Feuchtbaum

Birth of a flash in a Viennan spring proceded
Each mud covered pant leg in loosly lessend hope,
as our herded selves befell Izbica.
Caked shoes pave the way to our ashen promise,
in a place only one has ever escaped before.
Impure smoke continues to fill each young lung,
on this long road from Second District
... to Goodbye