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We asked for nothing more
than a Musik sheet the war 
was nearing an end you and 
your bruder was quite young 
your wounds were healing as 
we kneeled at Saint Sebastian 

Church Rome 1944 mass wasn’t 
the same without the harsh bellows 
of Victory sending the birds fleeting 
through the chapel as the bells chimed 
I’d remember you always every single 
time I fondly winded a wooden 

coo coo as the milk maids dance 
the wood cutter chops the bird 
flies out the steeple over frauenkirche 
our lady of Munich as we gathered 
kirchenmusik our time Marienplatz 
Mary’s town house of monks 

seeing your tiny face peeking 
through the American soldiers 
hiding from Hitler amazing even 
though you were wounded you 
stood fast in Rome awaiting 
victory captured a pow a prisoner 

of war hard to believe today that 
priest were being kelp among 
my grandfather platoon somewhere 
in Italy keeping you and your bruder 
safe sharing lovely hymns throughout 
Europe my meeting you while touring 

Munich Chaplains arch bishop of Munich 
the fondness of shopping in the forst 
dining feasting on viener snitzel and 
pomfritts a crisp Riesling sways 
settled my nerves right before the 
guest arrived the clock makers all 

lined seeking solace for peace carving 
my children toys from wood to take 
back home to America my making 
guitar keys for violins cellos violas 
writing poetry why we were the Musik 
who would have thought one of you 

would be Pope I always thought 
it would have be you Georg you sang 
like a Cardinal creating a flock to the 
choir many blessings Georg and Joseph 
Ratzinger mein kirchenmusik Pope Benedict 
May the Lord always be with your spirits

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