Bill Grace

Heil Herr Herr! - Poem by Bill Grace

Heil Herr!
Your picture James on the chip bag
merits a salute
for freshness is not
a small thing
even in the world of greats.

This is far better
than what history
has served:
Clement preaching his crusade
Hitler’s massed legions
Mao’s image ten stories high
Pol Pot

let God have them,

I will take
your portrait -
and that of a hundred
thousand other chieftains of the market -
who are as welcome in eternity
as is the freshness of your chips.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Refraction off an essay by E.M. Forester

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, December 6, 2013

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