The times of wonder have gone
The wise women are drugged
Forensic psychology reveals traces
Of long-forgotten faces
Which, like Munch's silent scream,
Degenerate into nightmaredream.
Desire, in all its lurid manifestations,
Falls into disuse,
And all is as it was before:
A flat, grey concrete floor.
Krema I at Auschwitz
340 corpses could be burned every 24 hours
This was indeed progress of the sort required
Arbeit macht frei
Weaponising the common man and woman
An act of genius
But much more dangerous are common men
Ready to act without question.
Yes, plenty of those in our nation.