Civil War at Parliament Hill Playground

by James Greene


“Come down: you aren’t yet five!” She doesn’t stir,
astride her look-out tower still, this spy
from the maternal camp; a rampart
of hands, of hair, defends her ears.

And all those other Sunday fathers, mes
semblables, mes frères, half-axed already, slumped
beneath a slide, must mount their one-way stair,
a scaffold’s: here our executioners,
our daughters, aren’t yet up for sliding down,
unless trumpets of pardon silver the sulky air.

 

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James Greene, born in Berlin, has translated Osip Mandelshtam (Penguin, 1991) and, Love of Beginnings, the autobiography of J.-B. Pontalis (Free Association Books, 1993); he’s also written a tragic comedy about Stalin, Killing time in the Kremlin (not yet performed). He has devised scripts for BBC Radio and worked as a gardener in a cemetery and as a psychoanalytic therapist.

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