A COUNTRIFIED GENOCIDE
Some people like their eggs and bacon,
tea in the morning, biscuits and chicken.
All that vilified crap. That went out long
long ago. Boxcars lined up on some old
Auschwitz steel, Italian guys with carabinieri
guns jamming the barrels down their own
throats and firing. Death as a sideshow :
Hungary, Poland, Russia, France; all
those postcard places. I was reading just
today an old Le Monde about the progress
the tanks have made. Trespassing fences
and trenches, no fortifications seem strong
enough to hold. Some King Alphonse tried
that once - maiming all the horses and
15,000 men in some weakened attempt
to gain a few thousand feet. It all went down
so badly - 'jes' like there t'weren't no one
home.' Jethro Mawther said that, chewing
tobacco, as we sat in the front of his ratty
old Mercury. Oh Jesus, some situation for
the ages, for sure. Eighteen dead men
on a barbed-wire fence.
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