In East Germany we used to be sent to work in Siberia.
Mail would be read by censors, so he told his friends
Lets establish a code.
If the letter received is written in blue ink,
It is true what I say.
If in red,
It is false.
A month later his friends got the letter.
It says, this letter: Everything is wonderful here,
Stores are full of good food,
Movie theaters show good films from the west,
Apartments are large and luxurious but,
The only thing you can not buy is,
This is how we live.
We have all the freedoms we want,
But what we are missing Red Ink.
So then I was moved.
The pink and yellow bundle in his mothers arms,
Cut three desolate figures,
Against the snow and barren landscape,
Son and wife and,
United in Korea,
Frost in every breath,
A tight escape,
Warm soup around the table because,
Only mother knows the pain of birth;
The raft did not fail this time.
Mother will be happy to learn the new ways,
Of feeding children soup.
evocative short poetry