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Echoes of Eichmann (Free verse) by Caducus I heard he cried
like a baby he shot
that wept for a gypsy breast
hungering to feed him.
Eichmann left many echoes
one from a bedroom in Vienna
Jew flesh softly stamped his chest
making love -
his hand strokes like signatures
on transportation papers.
Eichmann left other echoes,
stamp after stamp pressed by numbers
making hate -
29881 travelled to Sobibor
left as dry grey rain
his name was Petrov Ziebinski.
Before the Judas rope
Eichmannâs last supper was red wine
last words "long live Argentina",
"long live Germany",
"long live Austria".
Eichmannâs last echo was his neck.
His eyes two silver coins,
cost of the Fatherland
spent by Jew fists hurling ash
on Mediterranean skin,
a sea that never rests.
"Long live mediterannean".
Up the ladder:
Back to reality
Down the ladder:
On Clipped Wings
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Posted: February 4, 2009 1:33 AM PST; Last modified: February 4, 2009 1:33 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.094852 Overall Rank: 6148 Comments:
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Bill Z Bub @ 192.139.153.30
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15-Feb-09/2:16 PM
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this one is difficult. I shall rate it with a randomly generated number.
has something, I like the weaving of images, and I think appropriate gravitas for the content. Just doesn't scan the way I want, and perhaps ... rough/disjoint in more than flow?
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