Cafe Au Lait

by Elvira

Here in                                                                                    the café line,
            we                               wait                             for our
lattes,                                                                          cappuccino
                                                                                    coffee
little goodies                          tempting                     us
            and all we                   see                              are calories
scones
brownies
tortes

                                                                                    Ah,
                                                to be                           on the Left Bank
                                                                                    under
                                                                                                Vichey,
we                                           drank                          the strong brew
                                                of                                 our Nation
under the                                                                   guise of Les
                                                                                    Allemands’
                                                                                                eagle.

In sleep,                                                                      all bodies
                                                are                               alike
no German
no French                                                                   no resistance
                                                only                             in light,
                                                Does
the Eagle                                 kill.

                                                “Tell                            me, Willie,
                                                did                               you really
                                                kill                               the Jewish child
even as you                            murmured
sweet words                                                               to him?”
                                                                                    “And, I will do it
                                                                                    again!”
                                                “Did                             you
                                                weep?”
“Nien!”

                                                And,                            so it
                                                goes                            to never
                                                end ―
as sure, as                                                                   night
                                                follows                                    day.

For everybody                                    knows ―                     and NO
                                                                                    ONE
                                                DOES                           ANYTHING
ABOUT IT!

Feb, 2011

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