Night of Broken Glass

Night of Broken Glass,
half filled with fake sympathies
and cracked nordic dreams,

led directly to
sudden clouds of poison gas
inside an oven filled with screams,
shirts and bras scattered over the concrete floor
near a locked brick warehouse door;
sweet blood in jars
and Mercedes cars
racing down the German avenues,
scattering merchants,
throwing shoes,
cracking skulls,
smashing schools,
led by a bellicose belly full of fools:
Reich killers on the loose
cooking the golden goose;
opening the curtain
for a second World War;
never satisfied with enough beer hall laughter
but always wanting more.
feeling mighty brave
digging the premature grave
of anyone writing a decent book

if they have a certain look,
or a doctor in a hospital hallway
kneeling down to pray,

especially the Jewish.