Cuckoo Clock Speech
Wild genesis on the spot,
not revised, not memorised,
a stop gap in a script,
verbatim, improvised.
Yet told so much of human nature,
addiction to atrocity,
the logic of the terrorist psyche,
gain from pain and atrocity.
On a ferris wheel, each steely word
a rhetorical, keen, serrated knife,
a perfect coalition of madness and sanity
that crystallised his life.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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