The Colonel's Last Dance

There are some unnumbered dance floors across the globe, and
The Colonel's dance card is ever full:

A tragic tango
while children fall like insects into rivers. . .;

A Holocaust in someone's backyard (shshshshshshShhhhhut the window, the ashes spoil everything);

A small pas de Coup
in which only the adult population starves to death
...Thanks to the merciful efforts of the Rice-X-n Children's fund (Reg TM) and
late night viewers everywhere.

Aaaaaah, but is that a minuet?

Con vida se los llevaron, con vida los queremos

Close down the School of the Americas! http://www.soaw.org/

And he knows

Certainly not for General Pinochet

And he knows
in his private suite
in the antiseptic environment
below crisp Irish linen

He already knows
that under the worst cloud of disgrace
hounded by infinite complaints and appeals
condemned by the full extent of laws on two continents

He knows
his wife knows
his family know
his friends and collegues and acquaintences know

The lawyers know
The victims know
And the entire world knows

That nothing even remotely commiserate will be done to him
for what he has done to us

He Who Eats Mud

He who star gazes
may find comfort in the gutters

He who dives into the water
will learn to navigate another world

He who freezes heart
sacrifices to the thaw

He who has a nameless foe
fights everyman

He who speaks to the dead
will never be heard

He who loses the war
shall never be hurt again

& He who eats mud
can never be starved

^