Three Poems by Antje Stehn
Chainsaw massacre-On the blinding stageamid applause and bowsthey hand him the chainsaw,red, gleaming—he grips itlike a ravenous beast.-Steel teeth tear downforests of law,trunks of rightssplinter and fall,institutions turn into sawdust.-The blade glistens the engine screechesancient democratic woodstumble to the ground in rows-And then, silence.Spreading over a barren fieldof splintered trunks,fragile bodies lie in the dust,a dry wind blows the prophecyof…