|Me and Peter Lorre Down by the Schoolyard
from My Kafka Century
Me and my sidekick, were both pederasts. Like you.
Were both in love with the girls, non-Jews.
Ja, ja, we dress in our mothers nightgown,
we hang all the way around, Hungarians in ruin.
Know us, our terrible noses, our clown makeup:
we have no papers. We crawled out of the rat-hole.
Like you, we wear our difference about our necks, blind as a fox stole,
its glass teeth, its yellowed eye. The little girls, they cry. Like I.
Please, policeman, heed our crime: ink the territory
like a six-sided star around where we broke the kid from her line.
They keep a record of each beggar, the names in a ledger,
and later youll know the clove of our hoof. So clever.
Kindermurderit sounds sweet as a game and we want food.
Weve got a toy ferris wheel full of knives, we smear
our mouths into sugary smiles, then brandy, then into gash.
A tubercular rag, youve caught our rash, the balloon-man
making nein, one girl stuck in the telephone wires.
Lifting higher. We take them from their candy,
we take their names. Like you, they are never the same.
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