Nothing to IT


                                               The Gift Shop at Auschwitz

As another day hangovers into existence
ITfinds him observing human beings
with an equanimity and dispassion
she would find impossible.

At the centre of Camp-Funland-Auschwitz
a waxwork Mengele patrols the ramps
searching for twins and deformities
to aid his precious research.

Seven naked dwarfs are standing guard
around the shining glass coffin
in which a decomposing body
awaits its saviour.

As another icy winter's day dawns
lines of threadbare skeletons
wait silently in the snow
for morning roll-call.



The future represents an absolute danger to our race.
The way forward is a journey of uncharted peril.
Only our steadfast courage and endurance
will bring our future to birth.


I was taught to embrace the highest ideals.
Ideals of duty, honour and devotion.
My heart was carefully fashioned
to feel love and sympathy.


Always remember not to harm anyone.
Once you do, you will harm another
then another, until eventually
you’ll enjoy the experience.


We’ll always end up somewhere
but journeys must be made
and stories must be told.
Choice only exists afterwords.

There’s really

Nothing to  IT