(in response to "String Quartet No. 3 (Blood Red Roses)",a piece by NZ composer Ross Harris.)
petals fell
like bombs
around him
a man.
his puddled dream.
the blue eyed falling.
the drumming guns,
the love
the love
rising
his people
cry.
the hands
come/reach him
to touch
to idolise
to destroy.
raindrop ripped roses
on a summer's day
violins stand, play
in folds of his mistress’ skirt.
she falls
and he stands
for one last time.
the violins play.
Auckland 16/8/07, from notes made 14/3/07
“Red Roses” was the last piece Eva and Hitler listened to in the bunker.
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