MIKLOS RADNOTI'S FATE

Lifeless and covered
with twig, mud, and leaves
us on an earthen vessels
of Hungary's poet in blood
years after
with a memory
in a Budapest coffee house
recalling your deportation
in Bor I cannot speak
to this student any more
knowing what a betrayal
happened to you, Radnoti
in war you will survive
from your memory
in fascism's horror.