Ayellow star, Juden, proclaiming

(A yellow star, Juden, proclaiming The intolerable age had begun. But history teaches no lessons The circumcised boy has a gun.)

His daring soul was just alive in the fluttering dark If they shot him, how they shot him, does it matter?

And yet the verdict was justifiable homicide The country in a state of apprehended insurrection! The (civilised) world stands appalled? And yet the verdict was justified homicide If, as she says, they shot him, hands tied, in the back, squirming under a boot, jack-(!)-boot, does it matter?

Did the (civilised) world stand appalled? If, booted, he was found stabbed shot strangled he is dead does it matter?

Yet was the verdict justified homicide? Does it matter does it matter? If the plane became a wingéd Belsen, boots boots boots booting the girl senseless, insane retribution, does it matter?

If the (civilised) world stood appalled?

Hitler, Pilate, the Junta in Greece, they all apprehended insurrection “Not a moment too soon” they later said, when pressed by political expediency; feeling the taste of truth grow in their breath with the lies.

Does it matter if the (civilised) world stands appalled? His soul fluttered on the plane like a bird wanting to be free; lovelier than the flight of the bullet, his scorched shirt, its proximity. It was too late for apprehended homicide If the country is in a state of justifiable insurrection The (civilised) world can stand appalled! Peeling back the skin, finding a world of banana republics (The jungle is nearer! Does it matter!) A world of justifiable insurrections Does it matter! Does it matter!

And he is dead, and thou art dead, And the