You were a doll to my dark vision
not a daughter of perdition
not a vile eater of excrement
as they depict in the New Testament.
With a tear in your dress
and your hair a mess of blood and thistle
a rune engraving on my pistol
and every night as clear as crystal...
Oh, all the love that I have found
in the manure and stony dregs.
I saw the oven of Birkenau
between your bony legs.
And though I'm very maladroit
at treating her human
my Sarah loves her booted boy
as only a Jewess can.
Though I won't surrender my vision
to the impotence of coexistence.
The crime you call unforgivable
made an impossible life livable.
Some twenty Totenkopfverbandmänner
broke your heart.
To the twenty-first you were a torch
in a darkened abattoir...
Dead
Dead
Dead
On the border of Switzerland...
not a daughter of perdition
not a vile eater of excrement
as they depict in the New Testament.
With a tear in your dress
and your hair a mess of blood and thistle
a rune engraving on my pistol
and every night as clear as crystal...
Oh, all the love that I have found
in the manure and stony dregs.
I saw the oven of Birkenau
between your bony legs.
And though I'm very maladroit
at treating her human
my Sarah loves her booted boy
as only a Jewess can.
Though I won't surrender my vision
to the impotence of coexistence.
The crime you call unforgivable
made an impossible life livable.
Some twenty Totenkopfverbandmänner
broke your heart.
To the twenty-first you were a torch
in a darkened abattoir...
Dead
Dead
Dead
On the border of Switzerland...