Wednesday, February 03, 2016

 

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We gathered another evening
in the church, our priest
assuring us that the army
would arrive--and behave.

We knew of the commander,
perfumed and polite.

Two leerers showed up, evidently
the avant-garde. They told themselves
jokes, but then asked the priest to pray
for them.

He did, and they hit themselves and
sobbed.

We were intellectual Catholics, unused
to display.

And the rest of the rapist-murderers
proved as demonstrative.

We became Good Germans.

The phrase unfortunate after its 

hundred year age, but there
you have it.

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