Leslie Philibert

(6th March 1954 / London, England)

The Last Harvest


A forest without moonlight
A moon with no light
If there would be moonlight
there would be the shapes of trees.
But there is no moonlight.
Only moon.

Harvesters work the fields.
Shaitan.
Mengele.
Ivory faces with the eyes of owls.
Slices of animals; bloodcorn; plant

the crops of Treblinka and Verdun.
We have stolen the passion of the killing.

Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013

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