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01/26/09 - (2)
Forgetting and Forgiving
Tonight's blisteringly frigid chill burns my eyes, my nostrils, Turns my will to live into a Pyrrhic victory, A vital decision as to whether I should pursue suicide Or take my chances risking frostbite, life, Crossing the landmass leading from Alaska to Poland, That no-man's-forest where Russian partisans fought Nazis, In the Eastern European reaches of pure hell.
Admittedly, in previous months, I've met far too many Holocaust victims and survivors, On both sides of death's vital divide, Spoken with those who, having absolutely no clue how, Managed to keep afloat, by bribing quietus, Or died in mass graves, furnaces, gas chambers, Anything capable of snuffing subhumans' existence.
And yet, I'm still not sure where I should go, from here, How I should proceed, in fulfilling my moral needs Never to forgive the Teutonic enemy, Indeed renew my vow never to absolve them, Cleave to my God-given belief That to take an innocent life, for no good reason, Certainly not because its "vermin," deserves retaliation.
This grotesquely cold evening, so alone, inside my soul, I run my frozen palms over my gaunt skeleton And remember the wretch I became After the Nuremberg Laws transmogrified me, From a man into an ashen statistic, The same simulacrum of the Jewish abomination I was, During the time of Pharaoh, Haman, Herod, Torquemada,
Nothing less than an abhorrent microorganism, The scapegoat for humanity's most heinous disdain, The mascot for lice-ridden Üntermenschen, Propagated by the "enlightened" vision of the Reich's gods — Psychotic beings bent on saying yes/no to death, Depending on the wind's drift Over the cattle-car tracks, the acrid stacks, at Auschwitz.
01/26/09 - (2)
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