"Shame that Rosen - a fascinating and intelligent guy - turned a bit crankety crank himself."
He's a 'crank'? By which you mean 'eccentric' and 'odd'? Aren't most poets a bit odd?
Whatever - this poem is going to ring a big old bell for a lot of people watching current goings on on the right atm.
Fascism: I sometimes fear...
I sometimes fear that
people think that fascism arrives in fancy dress
worn by grotesques and monsters
as played out in endless re-runs of the Nazis.
Fascism arrives as your friend.
It will restore your honour,
make you feel proud,
protect your house,
give you a job,
clean up the neighbourhood,
remind you of how great you once were,
clear out the venal and the corrupt,
remove anything you feel is unlike you...
It doesn't walk in saying,
"Our programme means militias, mass imprisonments, transportations, war and persecution."