Friday, August 17, 2007

Of Red Roses

(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
his people

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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