Noah Hoffenberg

USA

hoff1013@sover.net 

Devouring Auschvitz
My great great uncle perished naught
at Auschvitz, but died at the feast which followed.
Nearby this cold concentrated encampment
where he seemingly fasted. Surrounded by the other
apparitions, force-fed holocaustical steins
even Brueghel would not draught.
Often unnoticed, the light
on barbed wire coils, falling indifferently
across fields brimming with wildflowers
and Hebrew bones. Straking through dispassionate plumes
from chimneys choked with chosen souls.
Too comfortably set free by overzealous zyklon flame,
like ashen Scriptural pages levitating
into the formless arms of Adonai.
My great great uncle perished naught
at Auschvitz, however, and lived.     
Momentarily at least, to see the American saviors 
showing up slackly, fashionably late,
for an exclusive dinner party
at a devoured peopleıs expense. Healthily armed
with rations of government cheese,
canned unleavened bread and casks of vine-born fruit.
Thus the Jews were free again, delivered
and relocated to a lush German retreat.   
Where Nazis once bathed without fear beneath  
filigreed showerheads transmogrified
from pilfered silver and gold fillings.
And washed with soap manufactured efficiently
from the choice fat of Abrahamıs flocks.
Where they waltzed carelessly to Wagner
across intricately woven rugs
spun with silken Jewish locks.
Where they languorously laid upon rich and taut
leather couches, upholstered human skins.
And there my ancestral boneracked uncle gorged himself
on cheese, stuffed his cheeks with bread,
and slovenly slobbered fermented fruits of the vine.
Celebrating survival, momentarily at least, 
from the Reichıs deadly clean.   
Because no one ever told this eating machine,
that when a famished abdomen is suddenly filled
with foodstuffs, then digestive organs explode.
Among perfectly pruned gardens and elutriate water-
pure pools, our Jews shed filthy collaborative coatings, 
again rising from the ash of subjugation.
Save my ascendant, who perished naught at Auschvitz.
He, my great great uncle Nathan,
after fully distending his skeletal belly
with a banquet of abandon, died bursting
near the cold camp which starved his stomach and soul.

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