Marching like penguins, here come the SS men, <br />Dressed for business, catching trains, their eyes ahead, <br />Murder to be made, and reputations, then <br />Careers will burgeon if their clients have been properly bled. <br /> <br />The crimson puddles of the blood on ice <br />Hold no more interest for us at the penguins’ feet <br />Than crushed leaves under boots, till this unbid advice <br />Destroys their sanguine march, a different drummer’s driving beat: <br /> <br />We are the writers, we the victims’ voice! <br />We suffer as we write for every word is pain, <br />Though no catharsis brings the world a paid invoice, <br />We’re stripping off your suits of evil – you mop up the stain. <br /> <br />Alas the writers - writing fast for us <br />Before we die - our voices, memories and minds, <br />Will hang themselves before the haunting, creeping pus <br />Invades their blood and mercifully God pulls down the blinds. <br /> <br /> <br />LRH <br />1.24.06 <br />After a Primo Levi talk by Alvin Rosenfeld of Indiana U at UCLA last night.<br /><br />Linda Hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marching-like-penguins/
