Remembrance It is a small act Just once a year A pause Slight hush In the hubbub of life. One hundred and twenty seconds Of silent reflection Such a small thing In exchange For such a sacrifice Just silence For the lives lost And the loves lost And the limbs lost It seems a nothing […]
The Dance. Linda Devlin. Fascism doesn’t come snarling and slobbering to your door, He’s genial and sociable with an air of troubadour. He won’t go marching to the dance in jack boots and brown shirt He’s charming, suave and smiling and he’ll cajole and flirt. He’ll entice you smoothly into an exotic dance […]
First published 1994/1995 nero sits in his white house eating big macs and playing the sax while adolf in munich dances a jig rachel stands alone forsaken by the world weeping for her children like an audience at the coliseum watching gladiators fight the world waits for her children to die with pilate we wash […]
