Archive for the ‘Blutlust’ Category

SS Cap Arcona, 1945.05.03

They say you can’t escape a bullet with your name on it,

so as to speak: fate, destiny.

I agree, in the sense that there are forces beyond us,

powers and abilities,

machines, militaries.

And, when in bloodlust they pursue you, defying logic and decency,

there’s not much one can do.


(To be continued…)








Gruss aus Hameln (2)

I’m confused. Obviously, I watch too much TV news.

Last week, I said: “He’s not the devil.”

Pied Piper, spoken song.

Now, I know I was wrong.


(To be continued…)