Prompt... A number
8/11/88...Exit from Auschwitz
The very thought
of you paralyzes me
with fear and despair
Been twenty one
years and traces of toxin
still remain from our
marriage farce injected
by Dr. Faust
The holocaust you
foisted on me was
misdirected not
every blonde shiksa
is crucifixated or
a potential Irma Grese
You are wise to stay
with your own
I am wise to stay
with mine
At least I've learned
that from you
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