SONATINA ON CHRISTMAS EVE
The evening is full of shadows,
wavering in a dream,
of people risen from the dead,
searching for some clue
to tell them what things mean.
As a raven circles overhead,
it utters a harrowing scream,
as if it was arising from
a life of tragedy,
or from a dying magician’s flute.
Leaves fall from the trees,
rocking back and forth,
as unstable as parachutes.
Nature has let go.
Can this be what heaven is like?
Or can this be hell?
I don’t think I have long to wait,
before I will finally know.
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George Freek
Review by Massimo Fantuzzi
Schrödinger’s cat will celebrate its 91st birthday this year – ninety-one years of inhabiting a reality that is one and simultaneously hellish and heavenly, life and death, before and after, knowing and not knowing.