Within the wood

a vale it’s said

Where shadow men lurk

With empty heads

With loathesome visage, pitted eyes and black hearts they skitter

To stalk my sight and haunt my perimeter

A blink, a shift, nary a thought

I see them dissolve into the murky blot

They stalk me now

I sense them closing

Even as I sit here prosing

My name will they write

In the list of those to forget?

Stitch pink triangle

To labor oven’s threat?

Now they are coming

hateful slugs smear and slime

To persecute trans blooms

To scatter quiklime

Often I wonder, (remember last time?)

what will the new uniform be?

Will grim and gay be the order of the day

When they finally come for me?

When geniuses retard

Send zieg heil valentines

It’s all too much, really

Too absurd for rational minds

A criminal in the White House?

A turd wearing dignity pants?

Too stupid to lead and

Too busy tweeting lies and rants

I wonder when they will get here?

They really are taking their time

It really is unnerving

To be canary in the mine

They really are making a racket now

These nazis sure like to talk.

Are they really serious about this?

I figured they’d send a truck for me, maybe I should just walk?

Fuck it I’ll build the oven myself

I really can’t take any more

At least death is silent

As I climb in and close the door

As I pour the gasoline

And ready the gun with handle of pearl

If I’m dead, who will light the oven?

Fuck it, I’ll stink up the world.

BANG!