BERTOLT BRECHT BEFORE THE HOUSE UNAMERICAN ACTIVITIES
In my nearby canal an unseemly mess:
The death of a soap star.
Her torso is
all that remains.
There's her picture
on the poster in my little local shop.
Naturally a pornographer has confessed.
Brecht stooped mightily over the Landwehr
Canal, Berlin.
There was some more odium
to resolve.
The toothbrush moustache
of quantum mechanical knowledge
Had rid Germany of decent clean beer.
Now his navy is cleaning up
The seven seas. I am in clover.
Bertolt Brecht is in California.
He wants to confess but stops.
How did
He sever her head, hurl the fat torso
Into the rat infested black water?
Why did he gaze back with such
a plaintive quizzical look?
Bertolt Brecht! Are you listening?
Pay attention! You are in danger of failing!
The Reichstag lists to one side
on history's even keel.
It has heard
you are ruined.
Bertolt Brecht
are you ruined, are you ruined?
Pay attention! You are in danger of failing!
Paul Murphy
