On this day May the 4th, we commemorate the fallen of the 2nd World War in the Netherlands. Boy Ecury, a student then in Holland, was one of them. He was active in Dutch resistance and sabotaged trains and bombed German vehicles and equipment. He was betrayed by a friend and paid with his life at the tender age of 22.
It´s been a decade since I wrote this poem to this young Aruban resistance heroe.
Prodigal son
Along the cellar-flap
jack-boots marched,
between striped pyamas,
which cuts through
the pouring rain-drops.
The bom-craters,
decapitated dolls,
chasted animals on the street,
and perforated bodies
strangled my emotions.
My inner life
reasoned the commotion,
against the domination
of soul and mind,
in own country.
As if I never
saw the death with own eyes,
in my letters to my father,
as a prodigal son,
later as a figure-head.
Not in Auschwitzs
but nearby,
the Waalsdorpervlakte.
A friend of merits.
A smile on the face.
© Quito Nicolaas, from: Gerede Twijfels/Reasonable Doubt, 2002
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