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Matters of Fact
You, a lowly Polish Jew poet, Conceived a vision to save the surviving Hebrew tribes From disappearing from modern times, A miraculous vision in which all the Jews in ancient Jerusalem Refuse to surrender rabbi Jesus, to the rabble, Crucify apostate Herod, instead, Spreading fear in Rome's Pontius Pilate, As they had in Pharaoh and all his plague-ridden citizens, And keep Jesus alive, for centuries, So He can calm the storm of Hitler's swarming race-hatred, Turn His people's blind belief That the Nazis will eventually relent, repent, Into prescience urging them to escape Germany; Turn Rhine wine into water, With which to douse the ovens at Auschwitz-Birkenau; Turn "nothing soup" into fishes and loaves, To feed mouths that somehow are able to keep praying; And, finally, raise the six million dead, From their graves in the merciless earth and air. Only, your vision was blurred, By two indisputable, inescapable, unspeakable matters of fact: Even though you composed the poem, The revelation it disclosed shriveled in an oven, Disappeared, with you, inside a chimney stack; And even if it, you, hadn't, Jesus still would have been crucified, inside a chimney stack.
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