The patron saint of forgetting
has been seduced out of
     the rosebush
where she lives, the thorns
     will slough away eventually
along with the rest
     of her
                   skin

she leaves rosebuds and petals
behind, but not like Hansel
     or Gretel
she does not want to be
     found
and she will not heed
the prayers from the rest
     of you, shamelessly
searching for an excuse
     of having forgotten
          too
Saint Adolf, not such a bad guy
they say he cries watching sad
    movies just like
                               you
barely seventy-five years
devil may care
because you don't, not
     you or you
          or even
               you
we do know the price
forgetting, of course all
     of us do
so hide behind your next plague
your next atrocity, yours
     or will you forget
          that
too?