The Scapegoat

it was someone’s body breaking
it crackled like the upper floor of a lunatic asylum
it was a wall covered with frames emptied of portraits
a museum transferred
in the basement
because sometimes there came bombers cruisers military robots
guided missiles informational wars
(thanks God we don’t have those things here)
and all conflicts changed their target
from a psychoanalytic therapy standpoint
from the infant stifled with the umbilical cord to the terminal ill
those who desperately want to be euthanized

the target was another body breaking
through another harsh winter
in snowbound cities with damaged sewerage
defenseless prisons defenseless mental homes
like nutshell boats floating on the river
(another song about the summer of 69)
another very loud scream pulled out from the throat

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