Sepia hued
smoke-filled aroma
of spicy gingerbread,
pervasive odours
of holly,ivy
and mulled wines;
infusing kitchen,scullery
and dining room,
evoking a childhood
with their forgotten
boxed presents
under the enormous
seasonal bough,
its array of
waxen lights
twinkling,twinkling
long into memory
and myth;
the greetings
and the joy
in Alpine setting
of hearth
and ” Heimat ”
Advent,Christkindl
and ” Stillenacht “;
their longing
recalled by chance,
by stray snatch
of melody,
returning,returning
to an innocence lost,
to a card once
annotated
“frohe weihnachten,A.E.”
now,here,
now in a place
where that birth happened
but no longer counts,
A.E.
Prisoner,
Adolf Eichmann.
(*Footnote:Notorious Nazi War criminal Adolf Eichmann was abducted by Israeli Mossad agents from Argentina and was put on trial on December 15 1961 in Israel)