Kai Michael Neumann Poet Free verse

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My mother had indeed been chosen to compete as a diver for the Olympics.

In 1944 there ravaged the "War to end all Wars'. 1948 no German Sportspeople

were allowed to compete. In 1972 a terrorist attack killed most of the Israeli team.

Avery Brundage the IOC president at the time (who had been corrupted by

collaborating with the Nazis in the run up to the 1936 Olympics) famously declared that

'The Games Must Go On' after the fanatical assassination.

In 2016 a 'Refugee Team' is competing under the Olympian flag.

My mother was a victim of war and also a perpetrator by proxy. (age 15 at the end of the War)

Sometimes I trip the laurel fuse of ancestry and at times I can see my Mom

as a Champion...

The Champion

The Champion

Controlled by remote desires  I trip the laurel fuse of longing ancestry
My Mom had been chosen to compete diving from the high platform of
Hitler’s mania for ‘Kraft’ ‘Freude’ living space terror raised arms and all in
guns blazing a misplaced childhood offered on the altar of manic delusion

Wreaths gathered dust on unmarked graves white crossed monuments
administered torches blazed parades marched lined the ‘Higher Faster
Longer’ ‘More Ideologically Corrupt’ abuse of innocent festival of youth
Replaced demounted sacred Mount Olympus for Auschwitz and Stalingrad 

My mother was no Jesse Owens who blackened Nazi dreams of whiter than
white no ‘Black Consciousness Runner’ shoving gloves to the sky in post-fascist
Munich 1972 quite close to Dachau where Jews Sinti and Roma vanished
at the hand of Swastika’s psychopathology for denial distanced denied memory

A colour TV to watch remote from a distance was the closest she ever got to 
her dream of honour and glory disgraced by politics assassinated like Israeli 
athletes in a continuation and preview of fanatical devilish monsters high and 
low jacking innocent sports for propaganda politics malignant ideas and ideals

In 1944 there were no Olympics titanic battles were scrambled instead in
General’s Admiral’s chessboards and tactical blood baths no dives into chlorine
and water just rotting gassed trenches exploding the dreams pawns in the Games
crushing to bone meal the Peace with their tanks and grenades fusing demise

1948 came to London awaking from ruins and rubble and the brain washed
German Olympians were banned from all sports had they not spread eagled
their passion prostituted their vigour for eugenics death Fuehrer and Fatherland
My mother tainted blemished in blood and in water a fallen hero on her sword
 
09th August

Written for Healing Peace and for the contest 'Olympic Mania'

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Ronald Kent August 9, 2016 at 6:27 AM Good luck in the contest, that was interesting. Kai Michael Neumann August 10, 2016 at 4:12 AM Thank you Ronald. Just had to get that one out of the system.