From ‘Sonnet II’ in FOURTEEN Deformed Sonnets,
published by Peter Engstler Verlag :
. . . The ballroom of history bumped and cried.
“Look out! That man is killing everybody!”
The word SHAME crawled across the screen
like broken teeth in the fist of time.
A wilting sun had set. The night was threadbare.
“This is history,” someone said.