The Unwritten

Poetry

The Scream, Edward Munch

The times of wonder gone
The wise women drugged
Into submission.
First Peoples neglected,
Their land abused.
Forensic psychology reveals traces
Of long-forgotten faces
Which, like Munch’s silent scream,
Degenerate into nightmaredream.
Desire, in all its lurid manifestations,
Falls into disuse,
And all is as it was before:
A flat, grey concrete floor.
Krema I at Auschwitz