Perhaps
Perhaps
today I saw Dr. Mengele
drinking a glass of beer
in Tel Aviv,
at the sea –
a pair of blue, sharp eyes
suddenly flashed at me
a cold stare of knives.
A chuckle manufactured and fake,
suddenly stirred the horror awake –
left, right, left, right,
left!
To the gas!
Courteously he introduced himself
to those at the next table:
his ancestors were English, Scots,
and on his mother's side
he is "Deutsch."
I fled the cool terrace
and walked a long time in the heat
at the sea –
and heard the billows repeat:
Deutsch, Deutsch, Deutsch.
Translated by Aaron Kramer
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