by Donall Dempsey The fear of War walks upon the air strides across a countryside like a gigantic demonic Puss in Boots a Grimm tale let loose upon a world that can only offer in its defence the beauty of this spiderweb thrown across the space between hedgerow and fence this the last sunset that will ever know "Peace... . . .in our time." I fear Mr. Chamberlain has got it - wrong. Herr Hitler has caught the bus. A hawk hovers in its beauty. I sit making its jesses and leashes . Already I can see I stand in the ruins of my life an ordinary man turning into history. War invisible yet totally tangible its hand touching my landscape. An ancient chalk man holding the gates open the what will A sunset caught in a spiderweb. The last time I ever was me.