Off the coast of Argentina,
after hiding for years.
Stroked out while swimming.
Maybe the shark in his conscience
attacked his heart?
My son sent me a Twitter note
about a Nazi resort
just over a hill from Auschwitz
where the officers cavorted
with their sex kittens,
their Weibsbild every weekend.
“Have a drink.
Aren’t you cute.”
R & R from death,
child experiments,
the smoke of flesh.
Happy smiling faces,
shining through the faded photos.
Life is a playboy club.
On the weekends,
you can forget the grim work.
Heroic Nathan Hale once said:
I only regret I have but one life
to lose for my country.
Was Mengele—
Fallen Angel—
chagrined
he only had one death to give
for the terror in the
children’s eyes?
Originally published in Nine Muses