Adolf Eichmann & the Recording Angel
Some ten days ago, I asked the not so eternal question if you could write poems on an iPod.
Here’s (another) one:
The Banality of Heaven
Heaven needs its Eichmanns:
those who can scribble
Judgements: this one
for Heaven, this one
For Hell; doing it
for ever, without ever
losing a moment’s sleep.
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