Coffee Klatch with the Aryans
tattoos, beards, skin so white
you’d think they live in a crypt
skinny or broad, all muscled with
hate
flexing outward to warn off
the world
a brotherhood bricked
with imagination
every sentence spoken a measuring
rod because even Hitler had some
Jewish blood
and Martin Luther
never could get clean
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Favorite lines: “a brotherhood bricked/ with imagination”
I agree with Gaby – that is a fantastic line and the core of that thinking.
“muscled with hate” – a perfect description of white supremacists! This poem gets it so right in so few words!
Nice poems all month
In this one you achieve the ironic in the last stanza
Love the concise carefully chosen words in your poems