After Auschwitz


Anger,
As black as a hook,
Overtakes me.
Each day,
Each Nazi
Took, at 8:00 A. M., a baby
And sauteed him for breakfast
In his frying pan.

And death looks on with a casual eye
And picks at the dirt under his fingernail.

Man is evil,
I say aloud.
Man is a flower
That should be burnt,
I say aloud.
Man
Is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.

And death looks on with a casual eye
And scratches his anus.

Man with his small pink toes,
With his miraculous fingers
Is not a temple
But an outhouse,
I say aloud.
Let man never again raise his teacup.
Let man never again write a book.
Let man never again put on his shoe.
Let man never again raise his eyes,
On a soft July night.
Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.
I say those things aloud.


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After Auschwitz