Early Train to Polanka

Without really understanding
I took the early train to Polanka
to see first hand the killings
I read so much about.

And they were there,
covered with a thin blanket
woven from the native flowers.
The system
once again rendered palatable.

There were no markers,
no pointing fingers,
no tour guides or museum buses.
A lone vendor sold
pantomime in plastic bags.

So under the skirts of justice
you find only self-interest;
and while liberty may be the proud virgin,
her followers are all working girls.