really didn't see the fear in a neighbor's eyes didn't
hear the trembling in travellers' voices asking the way didn't
see the difference didn't hear
an inner voice or if
they had their doubts there was nothing they could do and they
took
comfort
saying At least we
aren't doing anything wrong we live as we always did Which was
true
And yet these were
fascist nations
INDICTMENT
How ugly this man is
with his disfigured face With his eyelid
half-covering his eye
like a curtain that got stuck
With a gag of blood on his lips
His ugliness
is subversive Even on an even surface
his legs give way beneath him
The broken line of his arms
lifts a hand
against the arrow-straightness of your barrels, your salutes
Nothing speaks in his favor
He's backed
only by the wall
He doesn't even speak up for himself
He's mute He won't
