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