Paris 2.6.2016


Seine Rising


We saw the firemen,
Struggling in the river,
Up to their armpits,
On the steps of the
Louvre,
All those precious antiquities,
All those wonderful paintings
Lovingly stored
For the next generation,
About to be obliterated
By an angry river
That we all knew
Could not be
Dammed.

We also saw
A poor drunk
Smashed to the ground
By crazed policemen.
Kicked in the balls
Whilst three of them
Held him up.
Then a knee
In the neck,
As they squashed
His bloody face
Against the cold,
Wet cobblestones,
Needlessly.
He offered no
Resistance,
He uttered no
Cries.
Just
A harmless, old man
Brutalized.





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Written on 2016-06-03 at 17:47

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Bibek
Harrowingly disturbing images. Good work. :)
2016-06-05


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
You've linked two brutal scenes, one a cultural shock, the other a shock to humanity—what is going on?! everything is off-kilter, wrong. you've caught it.
2016-06-04