
by Steve Pottinger, with image above by Martin Gollan
my sisters, my friends. It is so easy
to pick up the first stone and cast it.
To declare proud and righteous, hand
on heart, that you have never been
tempted – standing before a crowd,
a host of cameras, with all the eyes
of the world upon you – to give one
exuberant Nazi salute. Follow it with
another. It’s an easy mistake to make,
a sweet seduction anyone could fall
prey to. In the words of the book, let
him/her/they who is without sin, cast
that first stone. And then – brothers,
sisters, friends – then, when you have
got your eye in, be sure to cast it good
and hard. Hard and true. Again and often.