Like a trick <br />you crawled up Hitler's sleeve, <br />a crooked cross with bent arms, <br />two cursed S's twisted together <br />like a black strand of DNA. <br /> <br />You look like a mistake, <br />like two Y's joined at the hip, <br />the mutant offspring of an L- <br />a sad, disfigured letter from some <br />genetically-engineered alphabet <br />gone terribly wrong. <br /> <br />I watch you wave from a flag <br />like a finish line <br />fluttering at the end of a race.<br /><br />Chris Tusa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swastika/
