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The Greatest of Apes

                                                                  

 

With as much fucking, fickening, shtuping, rolling in the clover and hay

As has always gone on, in the normal course of social intercourse,

Within any given societal-primate enterprise,

 

Especially among the Third Reich's Master Race of Great Apes,

During its glory days, between 1933 and 1945,

As the German nation viciously, sadistically invaded the universe,

 

It came as a vast, metastasizing surprise when the world finally realized

That only a small percentage of one stratum of that population survived

(600,000 Jews were but 1 percent of the prewar population),

 

And it was an even greater, deeper, wider numbing conundrum

To discover that that mere 1 percent, in a mere twelve years,

Could be deracinated, decimated, destroyed,

 

Depleted to a meager 2½ percent of that original 1 percent —

Just fifteen thousand zombies spared the starvation, the gas, the flames —

A truly radical sum total of statistically sick arithmetic . . .

 

That, in less than a baker's dozen of genocidal years,

Nearly an entire tribe (including Nobel laureates, scientists, teachers,

Legal and business leaders, artistic geniuses, inventors)

 

Could be exterminated, eradicated, obliterated, annihilated,

With such expertise, such IBM-precise punching, sorting, and tabulating,

Such ice-blooded, impersonal, indifferent, willful mercilessness.

 

And so, it yet remains, these disbelieving seven decades later,

That not a one of us contemporary gorillas, chimpanzees, and orangutans

Comprehends, understands, fathoms, grasps how it happened

That 585,000 Jewish heads and hearts were bought and paid for

With one Beer Hall Putsch Night of the Long Knives Kristallnacht,

One grandiose delusion of Aryan superiority, one colossal Nazi rhapsody,

 

One monumental orgy of frenzied fucking, fickening, shtuping,

Bent on procreating a master race of the greatest of great apes,

A few of whom yet survive, in hiding . . . waiting, waiting, waiting.

 

 

 

 

                                            

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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