I was just a boy
but I remember Hitler
at the start
and how too few
understood his plan to
do away with Jews.
I’m a codger now
certain that too few
so let the word go forth
for all with eyes to see
and ears to hear:
We have another genocide,
this one more inclusive.
We must answer now
or else Christians, Jews
and Muslims too will keep
dying in the sand.
A Night in Morocco
Middle of the night he flies out of bed
to the commode only to wonder
in the dim light minutes later
if that's blood or simply a good-bye
from his wife’s stewed tomatoes,
a Moroccan dish she found on the web.
When he asked for a third serving
he pronounced them delicious.
So too, he said, was her dessert,
the Moroccan plum mousse
with the dark plums he likes.
Even with the ceiling light on
he doesn’t know now what he sees
so with his medical history he's
speeding at midnight to the ER
where the doctor says better safe
than sorry and orders a fast
colonoscopy to solve the mystery.
When he finally gets home, he tells
his wife when her boss comes over
for that big dinner Saturday night,
why not make Moroccan tomatoes
and her magnificent plum mousse.
He may never forget either.