Lovers

Lovers

During the first pogrom
They met behind the ruins of their homes
Sweet merchants trading: her love
For a history-full of poems

And at the hot ovens
They cunningly managed a brief kiss
Before the soldier came
To knock out her golden teeth

And in the funace itself
As the flames flamed higher
He tried to kiss her burning breasts
As she burned in the fire

Later he often wondered:
Was thier barter completed?
While men around him plundered
And knew he had been cheated



Credits
Writer(s): Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers
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