We want our humiliation, of course we do. We want to be condemned. To be shot, or something. Put up against the wall by ardent student revolutionaries, if there are any left. By new Ulrike Meinhofs.
All we ask for is grace or extinction – one of the two. Grant it to us … one or the other.
All our thrashing about. Our crying out. Our moaning. Won’t some have pity on us? Won’t a foot come down and crush us, as we deserve? Or won’t a spiritual hand come down and lift us up?
Help us! That’s all we’re crying. Crush us or lift us up! One of the two! Help us. Because we can’t help ourselves. We’ve gone too far down our roads to help ourselves.
The fact that we’re allowed to continue. The fact that we are permitted to go on. What does it show?
Work in Progress 