Philosomite Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Philosomite



Philosomite
And I will tell them if time I want a simple coffin
The type the cousins the Palestinians and Jews prefer
The preserving of corpses always shocks me, it is
So futile sooner or later they have to replace the corpse on
Display- like in Russia- with a plastic moulded one.
And what is the point of having someone dead for seventy
Years and will never open rotted eyes and say something
Remotely rational. Writing late one
night I looked up and saw Hitler standing there with
a half smile across his narrow lips: saying democracy was dead,
we made a mistake hating the Jews - they were too smart-
but since we need an enemy to fight wars with and sell weaponry
to anyone we wants to-the enemy too- so any Muslim will do.

Saturday, November 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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