the daughter of my godmother
clung to me, hugging,
like undoing the rhythm of
a heartbeat, closer than
my mother attempting
an ecnounter with her ****...
the rest, zitze,
  makaber,
  tod und lüge...
                 scout my hybrid
and:
    had you the perfect life...
the KKK took my Ramones away....
clean sheen boot nazis...
goat ******* commies...
              whatever...
       I die, you die...
the rest is but
a history's, oogle.