The Unwritten predominates,
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,
Eminently productive procedures are established:
340 corpses 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
Much more dangerous are the common men and women,
Ready and able to act without question,.
Yes, plenty of these in our nation.