she asks

(Written at 3am with no booze... inspired by the film the Odessa File.)

She Asks
She asked if he was ok?
No, he replied.
A shake of his head.
She saw the diary.
How he held it
And she knew.
Just knew that there,
Inside the pages was something.
Something beyond measure,
Far surpassing evil or remorse.
A secret world in words.
Now only existing here,
Within the old book.
Decades old and tatty.
Written by a dead man.
His words still talked,
Had power and meaning.
And like a witch's spell,
They worked a magic on her man.
Drew him into that world.
He was held captive like a fly.
This web was a legacy forever.
Eternally lasting and utterly merciless.
Did 'they' kill the old man?
Like the witnesses who were 'there'?
Dead.
All of them.
Every single fucking one.
Most, violently with fear and pain as companions.
Would the journo and his quiet pretty wife also die?
There was a task to do.
He had his quest,
It had to be completed.
He must be strong,
Not weak.
He was quieter than his wife,
Yet determined and focused.
His heart decided immediately,
His head cried No!
What about your wife?
She became a target when you read the first word.
Finally, he looked up at his wife.
She saw his eyes.
Oh what she saw.
And she understood.
Then he spoke,
From so far far away.
There's something I must do...
And then she too understood,
Was involved and selfless, like him.
She knew what is was about.
Remembered her dead father.
Murdered in early '45
When she was only a child.
He spoke out and was silenced by 'them'.
And her dear grandparents.
Oh how she missed them!
Sent to a KZ, also murdered.
All were victims:
She, her husband, the old man.
Her relatives, their relatives, their nation, Europe, Russia, the world...
On and on and on it went.
Now she knew his look.
What it meant and why.
What he, her husband, felt.
What he had to do.
For they were German.
And belonged to a new Germany.
There were sacrifices to be made.
For freedom and hope.
Never ever letting 'them' win.
For if 'they' did,
It was 1933 all over again.
She understood his look.
And was there with him,
For him, as a wife must be.
Even if she was killed.
If he was.
She took the diary off him.
Now he was no longer alone.
Alone against 'they'.
'They' who invented evil.
Who were evil.
Who hated the new ways.
And would do anything.
Anything at all,
So their 4th Reich would rise.