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.