Twirling in the artificial moonlight
the synthetic wind created by her movements
dances along with her as her dress plays catchup
with itself

Then the lights are turned off
and the twirling comes to a halt
Unlike a military march her dress
does not uniformly comply with her movements
and continues to flutter in the false wind

From moon to spotlight such an abrupt
change of scenery
Startled and frozen there
her eyes become stone

The officer had never seen a girl
of such beauty
So gracefully flitting about
and at such a late hour


Did she not know of the curfew he
pondered
Did she care nothing of the Third Reich's reign
Didn't she understand that
"things" could no longer be hers
That freedom was a pipe dream for Jews

But he did understand that there could be
"arrangements"
That pretty mouths in the dark could work
wonders on a soldiers memory
That an hour of writhing passion
could create alibis for his whereabouts

And so as he approached her with his
tight tied boots and black spider arms
and this quite simple proposition
He knew that

The easiest way
The way with no consequences
The way in which both of their hearts
could never know of love

Was to fuck her and kill her

and so he did

03/30/2008

Posted on 03/30/2008
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