…we are all Eichmanns now,
we were
all Eichmanns then.
/unwilling elocutioners
dissembling through store
brought frames
thick
glass enamel objects
wearing, tooth-combed & burnished
pride inured —
our shrugging way
openly furtive
bureaucratic ilk
consciously gamed: global mechanized
reach.
Into out from the tearless round
camera eye,
careerists on a one
win
or lose, removing char,
ossifying bodies of time
until dark.
Present typeface,
canard embossed twined arms
tattooing, née clawing,
in line–century night —
what shade,
or, as a lachrymose & lamplit
Evening leider unfolded bleets
– not Us, Who?
No, not now, put
“gone again to bed”.