I DON'T WANT TO STARTLE YOU but
they are going to kill most of us
I knew the General only by name of course.
I said Wartface what have you done with her?
I said You Dirtylouse tell me where she is now?
His duck-eyes shifted to the Guard. All right, Sam.
1 saw a photograph of the old prick’s wife on the desk;
Face smiling like a bag of money on a beggar’s grave.
Who is that fat turd I said — as hit me with his jewelled fist.
While his man held me he put a lighted cigarette on my eyelid.
I smelt the burning flesh through his excellent perfume.
On the wall it said Democracy must be saved at all costs.
The floor was littered with letters of endorsement from lib-
And intellectuals: “your high ideals,” “liberty,” “human jus-
Stalin’s picture spotted between Hoover’s and a group-shot
of the DAR.
I brought my loiee up suddenly and caught him in the nuts.
A little foam triclded from his flabby puss. All right, Sam.
They led me into a yard and through a city of iron cells.
I saw all the boys: Lenin, Trotsky, Nin, Pierce, Rosa Luxem-
burg. . .
Their eyes were confident, beautiful, unafraid. . . .
We came finally to an immense hall protected by barbed wire
And machineguns: Hitler, Benny Mussolini, Roosevelt and all
The big and little wigs were at table, F.D.’s arm around
Chiang Kai-shek’s around the Pope, all laughing fit to kill.
As soon as a treaty was signed, out the window it went;
But how they fumbled at each other under the table!
I snatched up a menu;
Grilled Japanese Soldier On Toast
Fried Revolutionaries a la Dirty Joe
Roast Worker Free Style
Hamstrung Colonial Stew, British Special
Gassed Child’s Breast, International Favorite
Wine list— Blood 1914, ’15, ’17, *83, ’34, ’36, ’40 etc.
So much fresh meat 1 thought! A butchers’ holiday. . .
The General paused to enjoy the floorshow:
On a raised platform little groups of people stood.
Flags told their nationality, orators told them what to do.
As the bands blared they rushed at each other with bayonet
The dead and dying were dragged out and others brought on.
Sweat streamed from the orators; the musicians wobbled
The Big Shots were mad with joy, juggling in their seats like
And they never get wise the General said as we moved on.
Out in the air again. . . .
A line of petty officials and war-pimps waited before the door.
As we approached they drew aside respectfully to let the
I heard a woman moaning and I knew what they wanted there.
Now do you know what we’ve done with her the General said.
To go mad or to die. . .
They forced me to watch as the General went up to her and
Her eyes were looking at me.