THE COLDEST PANEL…
(A Soliloquy)
Please say hello, perhaps even have a drink, or a wink, with my friends and/or roommates on that wall. They gave it all, had a ball, till they had a great fall, a great fall, great fall, fall, crash and burn – just great. Oh, they are on the very last, deepest, most shadowed, deep, deep, deeper panel, on that blood-stained monument to the cold war, the cold war, so cold, so cold; cold... is the last fucking panel they are on. That's right folks; step right up, one thin dime, see the tears, the lost promises of a full life, see the children, see the moms and dads, see the lovers, the lost love, no more love, no hugs to welcome them home. They are at peace, are they the lucky ones? Live hard, die hard, blood, guts, and firepower. What's happened to the kids...?