A Fireside Chat

— in memory of Georgy Gongadze

They killed him

again and again.

One stab, one kick, one grin

after another, after another, after another

while the darkness all together smothered

any heavy breathed fright

and nervous dogs whelped out of sight.

And I in shock

by the fire

in my more than human way

stood up to say;

“Stop! Isn’t once enough?”,

To which the brightest replied

(a grinning toddler at his side),

“For the dead yes, but for the living never!”

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