and your mind resounds not with a seraphic "doh",
only their rustle. Life, that no one dares
to appraise, like that gift horse's mouth,
bares its teeth in a grin at each
encounter. What gets left of a man amounts
to a part. To his spoken part. To a part of speech.
Translated by Author
Joseph Brodsky (1940 -1996) Soviet-born exiled poet and winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature.
The Colour Of Civilization
As dumb bombs rain down on a historic and modern, 21st-century acclaimed European city
Neither claims of surreptitiously stuffed ballot boxes, nor, brown and black illegal votes; election fraud
Pass muster as a pretext, manufactured problem, smokescreen, or shiny object
For naked white-on-white, cruel aggression, barbaric violence and slaughter of innocents
The brutal scenes of an unrelenting, unjust and senseless war, mocking every accoutrement, ease, and comfort, of a society; judged advanced and admirable.
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