RERISEN
We loved, we loved,
until out of breath;
under damp-sheets ours
was a little death.
Little death, little death,
ah loved we so much.
She and I alive again
at the gentlest touch.
HOMO-SAPIEN-AND-HOMO-SUPERIOR
From the solar hero, god of the sun,
was the swastika-symbol wrung.
Hitler loved the Wagnerian,
and was also a Nietzsche fan.
Though death was Hitler's Aryan,
not the life of Nietzsche's Superman.
A non-drinker and a vegetarian,
but Buddha proved the better man.
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