Rigor

Rigor The pond in the village had a film of ice and the snow under the elm tree had the aroma of roasted nuts and sweet honey there were no old women in the village they had been melted into lard, and old men were salted and put in barrels they would last for years. It was a place where survivors live and to do that one had not to eat your own new-born. Cabbage and carrots and the spindly arms of old men Kept the village alive while bankers skiing in the Alps The British full of discontent waited for the US To rescue them Anglophone, never mind the rest. The old hatred between the French and the Germans Was making Europe healthy again with Belgium and Holland with costmary cowardice sided with all