Poem for Monday, April 12, 2010

Nuremberg, 1946

before a long sleek table sat

americans soviets british french

the same hovered around

a prosecution table

cut from schwarzwald wood

during the

good old days

&

twenty-four men

each had their day to

march into the court

methodically

as they had done

throughout the

Jewish ghettos

keitel smoked his last cigarettes during recess

dönitz thought about his brief presidency

göring played god, dined on cyanide

and

so

on