Eyelid Nazis

in bed last night
i heard a seedy horn
outside honk three times.
in the dreamy in-between
i saw a black Opel Blitz
filled with pale men
hunting my scent.
my palms together
shook like Streicher
after the gaol trap
rope snapped
his throat not
quite in half,
laced fingers
grasping at
a futile minute
of straws to
sweet-talk God
out of his will.

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