Herded in trains, peripheral memories,

feelings frozen under violent suns

frizzled out across the weekend:

tuna and chips, beer in the square.

 

The will of one person

gets power from many;

The loudest of actions

hide behind a silent will.

 

Sometimes I forget to get some

try not to be stupid and don't laugh

truth too painful to hear

 

Better the cracks of

the Age of Oblivion than to

board a Nazi train.

 

Chocolate cake.