Europa – in the dark valley

between the world wars

Out of the total darkness came a light brighter than infinite suns...

Poetry on women (and men) in conflict

And

Andy N

If there were a fifth season part of it would be like this. Imagine a place with no drugs. They're a footnote in history.

In the world with no fifth season, it goes like this.

A woman.

We see thru her eyes and mind.

Her questions:

What do we do to the drug smugglers?

How can we stop illegal drugs being grown?

If we stop them, what do we replace them with?

The farmers need cash.

Is it right to shoot drug smuggling planes down?

Do we sentence drug miles to death?

Are we to ignore the positive benefits of cannabis?

In the fifth season there are no such questions.

The fifth season is make believe.

As is the woman's happiness in the real world.

Her life was touched by drugs.

She has a million more questions and no answers.

Prisoners of War (VIII)

Even after they got home,

the nights never seemed to

vary from amber to darkness

or the staircases

that went round in circles

before curling into shells,

and each foot-step which

was a tip off or a red warning

cutting underneath the doorway

holding silence like a egg

before it cracked

reshaping itself constantly

like roasted chestnuts

I their memories.