Day: June 8, 2023

The ashes of the Jews the shades of skin

Like a mass communion without words
Posted on June 8, 2017

In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in
What they denied in conscious thought or word.
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin

Penetrating lungs so deep within
The dead unburied mixed, in air secured
In Bedzin and in Krakow, mortal sin.

The nearby people became like burial urns.
The human dust by breathing was allured
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin.

So Europe took their human ash within.
A graveyard we became unknown, impure.
In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.

And who they thought destroyed lived on in them
Controlled their lungs, their hearts their minds uncured,
The ashes of the Jews, borne in their skin.

Like a mass communion without words
We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, unheard
In Bedzin and in Krakow we walked in
The ashes of the lost, the glades of sin

Where should we go,?

The shadow is so dark it blocks the light

Nuclear autumn starts when Russia fights.

Women reproduce and men destroy

Aggression is now holy, it is war.

The suicide of the West is not yet done.

We still have children yet the end has come.

Men will fight unless they change their sex

The gender is important, what comes next?

If all the men of Europe were trans formed.

This will surely help avoid the storm.

If there were no men just frozen sperm

The new world will arrive this is it’s time.

Women and trans women rule the world.

We maybe near the end, the tale is told

Alfred my cat

Posted on June 8, 2017

Oh, Alfred, my beloved, do not go
Do not leave, but warmth to me bestow,
Lie beside me in my bed all night
Succour me when stormy dreams affright.

Oh, Alfred,-tis your eyes that turn me on
The green and golden light is never gone.
Affection constant, touch and feeling shared.
I am not embarrassed when you stare.

For you, the gallant male, have ever seen
My naked form well lit by Jove’s sunbeams
And if I wear a gown of wincyette
You love it as it’s made for paws of cat.

Alfred, we can’t marry yet I fear.
Cats can’t read the Book of Common Prayer.