Bradbury's
magical summer of 1928,
yet already in the delicious
all-American apple
a worm stalks its prey,
the Lonely One
turning warm nights
into fear -
the killer soul of the nation
breaks through the boyhood idyll,
into dreams
pours napalm.
No new sneakers
will allow you ´
to outrun
the memory of the
dead baby in the crib.
12.11.-06.12.2021
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