HEIDEGGER

I am ash
in the sun
you dismiss us
like Hannah's caress
no longer yours
but you reach out
for Germany's
unclouded tongue
in the endless
betrayal hung out
at the many rail
of a once praying mantis
now only a skeleton
abandoning Jesus
and the Jews
in your Heraclitus' soul
which hurts
like only words may do,
choosing salutes
and invitations
you dine at this hour
on the finest wines
not hearing any cries
from other citizens
or colleagues
building your own statue
as Herculean power
like Nebuchadnezzar
having your stature
of a philosopher enhanced
without presumption
of your own Belteshazzar,
with a wine invitation
of high ranked consumption
to dine with the best,
taking the party card
of a National Socialist
with the assumption
and fisticuffs cause
with the brown shirted
comrades enjoying wine
with fascist gumption
even now with applause
in the ivy hedged halls
of the academic jaws.