In Reinickendorf

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Jede

Weltanschauung

Die sich auf

Gewalt gründet

Rädert den Menschen

Auf  ihren Symbolen

 

(Any ideology based on violence tortures human beings on its symbols)

Photography of monument, near Reinickendorf’s  townhall, Berlin – ©2017 Honoré Dupuis

Chartreuse Glow

Ombre et lumière…

Marousia

A chartreuse glow in a disused store,
crystalline shards of torchlight
caught on dust motes make
cubist ghosts; silent witnesses
filter the remnants of a scene.

He was tied to a chair,
two men blew smoke rings
as a flyspecked light bulb
swayed to the rumba strains
of a thirsty wind, he hoped
he’d have the courage to evade
the questions, the inevitable
probing of his marrow,
palpating a point of penetration,
offering salvation through betrayal …
A Mesphisto bargain, tell us all,
and we shall set you free,

tell us all, knowledge shall be yours,
tell us all, we shan’t harm you…

whispers in his ears

and then the blindfold
and a single shot.

He slumped, thudding
to the concrete floor,
the chartreuse glow
gleamed redly
spreading in a slick.

 

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Daily Prompt: Escape!

Describe your ultimate escape plan (and tell us what you’re escaping from).

Light Long ago I trained here, and thus I know the place quite well.  When they come for me, I am prepared: my body may be covered with bruises, but I still have my head.  Those thugs have no idea of what awaits them!

They lead me along the corridors, as we pass cells deep in obscurity.  I force myself to ignore the cries of the victims, their tears, the sounds of persecution and torture.  For if I cannot destroy them totally, at least I can punch a blow that will set them back for a long time.  The thought makes me smile.

They stop, as expected. As the lead guard moves towards the gate I move slowly and by stealth a few inches to my left: my position has to be right.  The guard unlocks the gate and holds it open.  My retinue and I walk through it.  As the guard shuts the gate close behind us I jumped swiftly on a big slab in front of the high window to my right.

I hear the sharp sound of their swords as they hit the stone: I am falling down the vertical well, and as I look up I see the flames of the explosion that wipes out all living things in the corridor above my head.  My body hits the water and for a few minutes I fear to drown, then I see the light, the little beach, and the launch prepared all those years back, before the Inquisition captures me.  I know that the slab is back in its place, the ancient Magus’ magic still worked long after his murder.