THE RING DER KRIBELUNGEN Poem by Jules Deelder

Goering had a taste for rings
He wore two around each finger
He wore rings around his toes
As well as one around his dick

This last one being a personal gift
From none other than der Fuehrer
A ring with old germanic runes
The Ring der Kribelungen which

According to the legend had once
Encircled Wotan's prick but as
Often in the case of legends this
One too was probably concocted

In that shady `fin-de-siecle'
By some fruitcake of the Romantic
School ‑ with which the German
Landscape used to be so richly

Strewn ‑ to serve the ideologists
Of Blood and Soil and other
Dregs from the cesspool of Mi-
Tropa and The Greater German

Balkan Grill & Crematorial Band
Conducted by the Devil Himself
Complete with brakes and accele-
Rator and the Iron Cross First

Class pinned to his chest with-
In sight of the Evil Eye - yes
Goering had a taste for rings
Rings of gold and precious stones

Rings cut out of marrow and bone
And rings with old germanic runes
Such as the Ring der Kribelungen
Round his dick which he'd only

Manage to get up in case of
Sharply falling morphine rates
- both for ampules and for pills -
For that would really turn him on

a different light
who liked the
heads at dawn bv

And show him in
As a genial man
Chopping off of
Whiteclad henchmen with an axe