Schindler

I am Schindler? counting minutes–not possessions–
Those wouldn’t have been last words if I had spoken up.
Needing to be "recalled to life" to recall others.
Forgetting my life before I met Life:
Raised on white, forgetting the whole wheat, the barley of the Book.
Tearing off crust . . . leaving crumbs for friends.
so accustomed to safety nets, I do not practice and fall.
The crowd leaves for the side show.
More faith in my used car than my God: praying the fumes to combust till the next town.

No greater love has a man than to lay down his life for his friends?
But no Madame Guillotine, no red caps at my door ?
so I must sacrifice time and lay down my life in life, not in death.