blood let

There are those who suffered

more than Christ, who knew death

would be vain; nailed, or skinned,

the Jew by the Assyrian, which

no noble death can atone.

 

Even now the boy king weeps

in his cell, and all of his fingers

are broken. You know what it is

that makes men mad for the sword,

the rush, of the Arabian horse:

 

a child is beaten, starved; a moth

has its wings torn off – it is

the hatred of this that impels us

like the wind, a Robespierre

to cut off the head.

 

17 March 2016

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  1. You’ve really touched 0n something here, Marco, that is so easily forgotten. Namely, the killing can be delivered as justice! That closing stanza says it all:
    a child is beaten, starved; a moth
    has its wings torn off – it is
    the hatred of this that impels us
    like the wind, a Robespierre
    to cut off the head.

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