Gunter Grass

In his youth,
the swastika
was the star that twinkled
over gas-lit Munich
& exploded like fireworks
in his wine-colored dreams.
In his old age, the stench of Dachau
was a skeletal hand
that dug into his chest
& pulled out his heart
in his everyday nightmare.
Who remembers Anne Frank?
& the convoys of the impure
to the gas chambers?
Will brutal honesty
deliver one from hell?
That old guy, Augusto Pinochet,
doesn’t even remember
his murderous order
at National Stadium.
How must we appease
the violated?

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