you do not do you do not do any more black shoe in which i have lived like a foot for thirty years poor and white barely daring to breathe or achoo daddy i have had to kill you you died before i had time marble heavy a bag full of god ghastly statue with one gray toe big as a frisco seal and a head in the freakish atlantic where it pours bean green over blue in the waters off beautiful nauset i used to pray to recover you ach du in the german tongue in the polish town scraped flat by the roller of wars wars wars but the name of the town is common my polack friend says there are a dozen or two so i never could tell where you put your foot your root i never could talk to you the tongue stuck in my jaw it stuck in a barb wire snare ich ich ich ich i could hardly speak i thought every german was you and the language obscene an engine an engine chuffing me off like a jew a jew to dachau auschwitz belsen i began to talk like a jew i think i may well be a jew the snows of the tyrol the clear beer of vienna are not very pure or true with my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck and my taroc pack and my taroc pack i may be a bit of a jew i have always been scared of you with your luftwaffe your gobbledygoo and your neat mustache and your aryan eye bright blue panzer man panzer man o you not god but a swastika so black no sky could squeak through every woman adores a fascist the boot in the face the brute brute heart of a brute like you you stand at the blackboard daddy in the picture i have of you a cleft in your chin instead of your foot but no less a devil for that no not any less the black man who bit my pretty red heart in two i was ten when they buried you at twenty i tried to die and get back back back to you i thought even the bones would do but they pulled me out of the sack and they stuck me together with glue and then i knew what to do i made a model of you a man in black with a meinkampf look and a love of the rack and the screw and i said i do i do so daddy i m finally through the black telephone s off at the root the voices just can t worm through if i ve killed one man i ve killed two the vampire who said he was you and drank my blood for a year seven years if you want to know daddy you can lie back now there s a stake in your fat black heart and the villagers never liked you they are dancing and stamping on you they always knew it was you daddy daddy you bastard i m through 14