Poems

dea ex machina

“Go to bed now!“ your angry fate awaits you Waterboarding-Ophelia in the war on terror the body

dumps itself the small one in the context of perpetrator victim viewer its own reflection the

 

construction of the image of the enemy is running at full pelt when will your resistance break when

will the white men from the dying industries roar in your ear quick “Off into the river bed!” 

 

“Good night!” everything as always everything that touches Hamlet is just dying only a dead woman is a good projection surface “You

corpse” spoken dea ex machina “cannot bend the water, but every

 

river has two banks. Try it in the next audition on the other one!” and “Gather up the rubble 

Medea, Ophelia, Susanna, Aisha, Mary ….!”