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Grooming

                                                                  

With any luck at all,

We age gracefully, gradually, or with appalling cumbersomeness,

Depending on whether destiny is forgiving or merciless.

 

So little of what circumstance does to us has to do with us,

No matter our bravado, braggadocio, hubris,

Our outsize sense of entitlement, enfranchisement, immortality.

 

And yet, we seem to survive our failures and successes,

Outlive our bones' most grandiose and modest expectations,

End up giving death a strenuous run for its money.

 

But then, there are those who don't defy dying's uneven odds,

Rather get sucked up in cyclones, hurricanes, tornadoes,

Not out of their own choice, let alone that of God.

 

One such luckless group, tribe, rubbish heap of humanity

Oozes to the surface of history's slimy cesspool:

Those Jews of the last century's European subspecies,

 

A hapless, helpless, absolutely hopeless people

Handpicked from the Third Reich's dirtiest flesh,

By Nazi chimpanzees grooming the Vaterland, for fleas and lice,

 

Before feeding those souls to the starving flames' voracious appetites,

To fatten the skies over Germany, Austria, Poland,

Ridding the world wide, permanently, of pestilential vermin,

 

All the while purifying the stench-stained welkin,

That chimps might reign, a millennium, over a cleansed civilization,

Swell the culture of Luther and Wagner to martial harmony...

Those Chosen, chosen to attend the Shoah's Passover feast,

Who could only choke and gasp on their moaning groans,

As they asked, "Why is this night different from all other nights?"

 

 

 

 

 

                               

 

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