Mikhail Militz Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Au Canada,
they found him,
the name is, truly,
Militz, he was caught
in machinations
of sordid kind.
But no one knows
is it the one
who bragged
and dragged
some others
through private shit?
And was he then,
dipped into yuck
himself, oh my!

They locked him up
and dumped the key
but one of those
deceptive friends
let him escape
across the line,
back in the fold.

But hold your horses,
he was so ugly
that someone felt
he needed care
inside the cage
for being him.

That's how it ended,
and no one heard
his filthy words
or smelled his lies
ever again.