Fatherland

You hate the jews, you hate the jews
And the gays, and blacks too
You shot and snorted and smoked your life
For forty-two years, poor and white,
Until you said it all with a tattoo.

Übermensch, they have had to fire you.
You were excised before I had time—-
Mind-boggling, your treatise of bile,
Wrapped in, “pleases” and, “thank you’s”
Sweet as apfelkuchen pie

With your head shaved clean and helmet smooth
Where it houses logic black and blue
Twisted and bent as a triskelion’s shoe.
How I struggled to comprehend you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in this rainbow town
Made Fabulouuus by the beat
Of Oonsht, Oonsht, Oonsht!
Though the sounds of the clubs are common
My Gay friends

Say there are a dozen or two.
So I could never tell where you
Lost your mind, met your kind,
I could never talk to you.
The rage stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in your insect stare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every Bigot was you.
And your ideology obscene.

Bitter lumpenproletariat, 14/88 fool
Take your vile beliefs and go - you’re through.


(apologies to Sylvia Plath)