Herbert Nehrlich - But Why?

You did not hesitate,
big hands you have,
they did not care
about the world
or little me and mine.
You were my brother,
God had arranged it,
but what you tore asunder
can never heal.
I leave you now,
and know that you,
in all your wildest dreams
could never care.
You have destroyed
what never could be built
again, for either you or me.
The scalpel that you wield
has cut too deep into the flesh,
it cannot ever heal
but it will calm itself
when all the blood
has run its course.

Herbert Nehrlich

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