Moon 44Moon 44What a depressing film. Prisoners And boys. Bright Beautiful Boys. Smart and alive. Raped. Martyred. Destroyed. Seeing such life and beauty Cut down And plowed under By treachery like that Kept me melancholy For days afterwards. Death to the dying Is welcome. Death to the young Is the greatest crime The greatest sin I can conceive. |
| 15 February 2000 | |
| by Bill Cattey |