No Frills: Over The Swastika Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

No Frills: Over The Swastika



Don't think I'm mad
but,
both Sanskrit su asti, good he is,
and French rococo, darling rock,
morphed into the bent-armed cross.

The Nazis
are proud to fly
the swastika;
but ex-rococo fascists
hide theirs beneath a
No Frills sticker.

Thursday, August 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: elitism
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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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