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05/15/12
There, Then
Although I was born two and a half years after Kristallnacht, I was alive inside those terrified, ostracized minds, Who were learning, for the first time, firsthand, first and foremost, In Germany's highly civilized, enlightened Nazi Aryan society, About the ubiquitously vicious, insidiously divisive rift Between swastikaed Gentiles and Yiddish citizens of the Third Reich — That when leather-gloved push comes to jackbooted shove, Race hatred genocides the entire tribe of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, All the way to Jesus' humble manger nativity, in Bethlehem, And to his crucifixion, just outside Jerusalem . . . A brutal lesson in the Christian catechism of death, ashen resurrection.
How can I possibly know, with absolute, irreversible certitude, That my spirit existed amidst the Zeitgeist of the Final Solution? I'll tell you how. Listen closely! Achtung! Though I'm a mere seventy-one years old, And no matter that I grew, from birth, in the United States, My hemispheres have been anesthetized by the hydrocyanic crystals, My flesh and bones vaporized by the oven fires, My ancestors' legacy delegitimized, denied, annihilated. Indeed, what followed the Wannsee Conference home, to Auschwitz, Taught each of us unborn souls, the world over, to call evil "mother," Tattooed our psyches, with the Beast's blue numerals — 666.
05/15/12
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