LAUSR

She is lying there behind a glass walltoo covered in white: air too white,people too white crowded around herfuneral chorus of ridiculous moves:her arm is raised and left to fallher eyes are opened and left to closeher blood is food to a machinethat turns it white, its sins forgiven.White coats, birds of prey!where have you taken her?my faith in you has vanished like a hunted animalyou seek to give your prisoner the gift of painso she would rise in screams abovethe whiteness of that stiffening bed. In vain!you absurd creatures!what can you hope to save in violence?A soul? not possible. The body alone? not possible.What is the body alone but the cadaverof both body and soul? The stench of violencedefeats the victor. You stand before life and death helplessjust as before me now, behind that glass wall,mere animals at the zoo, locked away in unspeakable questionstransparent shadows walled up between usand no one hears your screams…