The times of wonder have gone
The wise women drugged
Forensic psychology reveals traces
Of long-forgotten faces
Which, much 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 is the common man
Ready to act without question.
Yes, plenty of those in our nation.