The Darkest Memories Of WW2

Four poems about war, suffering, and trauma

Photo by Levi Meir Clancy on Unsplash

Over There In The Woods

churn disgruntled soldiers through the maw

who do not understand the war is lost

give them books to read naming culprits and traitors

like thrown spaghetti on the wall and the jews stick

though no jew has personally offended me

but they’ve done us wrong and know what they’ve done

so turn the public against them

the ones with teaching glasses and profitable stores

get your guy in control so you won’t get bit by the scapegoat

and your books aren’t thrown into the street night fires

and slowly implant memories of betrayal in the war

and get a new maw churning for a new generation

pull the flabby generals out of bed

and let the chess piece crazies you’ve amplified

with guns and permits of persecution

start experiments a few miles down the railroad tracks

and don’t question too much the resource spend