After Auschwitz

 Anger, 
as black as a hook, 
overtakes me.
 
Each day, 
each Nazi
took, at 8:00 A.
M.
, a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.
 

And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.
 

Man is evil,
I say aloud.

Man is a flower
that should be burnt,
I say aloud.

Man
is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.
 

And death looks on with a casual eye
and scratches his anus.
 

Man with his small pink toes,
with his miraculous fingers
is not a temple
but an outhouse,
I say aloud.

Let man never again raise his teacup.

Let man never again write a book.

Let man never again put on his shoe.

Let man never again raise his eyes,
on a soft July night.

Never.
 Never.
 Never.
 Never.
 Never.

I say those things aloud.

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