Z*

“He’s gone…”
She smells his bottle of after shave
As the toothbrush falls
He falls
And her life shatters on the porcelain floor

“So they finally did it…”
She whispers down the handset
A hoarse echo of youth gone
A life gone
And all the memories they had dissolves

“Have the press been alerted…?”
To them remains the responsibility
To tell the truth
Distort the truth
And for the truth, like ants, many are crushed or drowned

“Till when will our thoughts instigate violence…’
Till when will the truth be hidden?
From the people whose lives are facts?
From The One
And all will then be known by all and none.

* (A film by Costa-Gavras. Circa 1969)