A poem interlude

An interlude here, before the 7th and last part of Wheeling and Dealings.
This poem is part of Gottesverdammerung, Bouk 6 of The Song ov Elmallahz Kumming. It came to me as a dream, and I have thus made it a dream-poem of the main character of the story, Rivka, a Jewish woman trying to escape the nazi death net. The poem is, as it were, a communique from an inmate of a concentration camp.

Kessim
                         A dream-poem dictated to Rivka
                         by Yitzkhak, her murdered husband.

     Sum string here, a butten thare,
     A shu lase, a skrap ov kloth.
     For a seel starving, a kup ov koffee,
     Just a littel sip will be enuf.

Ower lievz wer hanging on a fals ballans,
Delereyus kreecherz dansing on a galloez.
Sum wer unlukkee and got the noos;
The unlukkeyer wunz the mob set loos.

     Sum string here, a butten thare,
     A shu lase, a skrap ov kloth.
     For a werthless life hanging in the ballans
     A littel sip mite be enuf.

Seelz dying for a taest ov redempshen.
We toild, owwer feengerz sluggish and numm.
Ower feet freezing; owwer eyz blurrd;
We obsesst on a kup, steeming blak koffee.

     Sum string here, a butten thare,
     A shu lase, a skrap ov kloth.
     Peeking owt ov owwer shrunken boddeez,
     Theze skraps koud save, or a kup ov broth.

Louking down on owwer shrunken boddeez
Frum a hiyer plase – no feer, no lakk,
We prepaerd garments for the nu arrivelz,
Thaer lievz exchaenjd for a gram ov ragz.

     Sum string here, a butten thare,
     A shu lase, a skrap ov kloth.
     A seekret trezher karreed on the wind;
     Like a wiff ov koffee, then gon aggen.

Tu restraen the helldogz, a seekret kode.
Tu tok abowt praer wuz streng ferbode.
So we kawld it 'kessim', koffee, just a sip.
The wormth, the arroma, just the thot ov it.