No God For Expiation

No God for Expiation By Sy Roth Held in ungodly thrall Their bodies wracked blasphmely dry Loosley held together by the striped cloth. Typhus-infested, David-starred beasts Caricatures of humanity Carved into beasts of burden Only worthy of torture, or Zyklon deaths--- Their punishment for existence Work, arbeit, toil, till death, Clock-seconds beating to an end, When they strip their striped clothing from them. Anxious to live, The snakes slough the skin And hide among them Become lice-infected beings hungry for escape. Concealed in the garb of the louse They are revealed to the liberators. The cockroaches exposed the beasts Tore at them Before they could find Any God to expiate them.