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Dachau's ashes burn my feet
The asphalt smokes under me
Warheads & bayonets stuck
under my nails.

I'll stroke a stray strand of my beloved's hair
And I myself shall smoke
crucified Christ-like on the wings of bombers
flying through this night to kill Christ's kids.

My skin trembles with explosions
as if it were Vietnam
and breaking my back and ribs
the Berlin Wall runs through me.