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To Peter Magliocco's previous piece

prayers, or

was it an Auschwitz guard's preying
for young flesh in the mass
grave's orgy (of spent bodies)
compelling us to worship
feral rapists with guns
impregnating long silence
amid despoiled hamlets
where Jewish wives wept blood
from the caviar of their organs
becoming free lunch for felons
we tried to look away from
whistling Teutonic folk songs
drowned by cursed prayers
our skeletal concubines
muttered last moans
into our ears?