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04/22/10 - (1)
Brain-Klaxon
Normally, he awakens to a strangely vague brain-klaxon, Which, myriad mornings before — Too many mornings before, In a long-distant past pocked with chimney stacks Belching black, acrid, gas-swirled ash, Invisible human particulates populating the sky, With crowlike shadows circling on thermal whirlpools — Has grasped him from sleep's demons, at the last second, Lifted him to nebulous safety, above death's trafficked factories.
Only, this particularly particulated brain-klaxon-blasting a.m., Nightmare refuses to let loose of his bloody scruff. It suffocates his will to escape, Forces him to repeat, in a litany of gasping breaths, "I deserve to be obliterated, annihilated, exterminated, In the name of Father Germany, For being-Jewish crimes against humanity," Repeat this anthem a thousand times, at least, Before it releases him, to board morning's transport, to reality.
04/22/10 - (1)
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