AFTER  ALL  (50 years later)

"…only on the firm foundation of
unyielding despair, can the soul’s
habitation be safely built."
Bertrand Russell, 1923

Me too,
         I would rather not look.

Too much familiarity,
my grandmother was
murdered.
In my body.

Zyklon gas was an improved
form of killing.
Do I,
like a drunk pleading to forget,
engage with the digital modernity?

TV brain lures
with stories and theories,
sensation when there is none.
The body is missing.

I work on TV, taming
it before it
lulls me. Each cut,
a wake to awake.

It takes repetition, the killing was repeated.
Is repeated.
Over.

Pier Marton, 5754/1994