The Wargazaw Ghetto's
tall furnace chimney buildings,

become exploding volcanos
of steel, concrete and guts,
streaming smoke, flesh, and ash
upward to Purgatory Heaven,
a waystation where the victimized

Jews of the 1930s & 1940s

wear living flesh armbands,

sit in blazing rows of flaming chairs,

and watch repeatedly and perpetually

a sequel to their own victimization

brazenly acted out as their legacy against
Palestinian Gazans and West Bankers
as their earthly legacy agents
pull up lightweight stools and chairs
to watch the damnable proceedings.

Within their waystation they wait
with nets to catch the seared shreds,

and welcome with open tattooed arms
the arriving converted innocents
the ghosts of newly seared humanity

flung upward with the ash and smoke
as the close and dear relations they are.

"Welcome cousin.  Welcome sister.

Welcome brother.  Welcome father.

Welcome mother.  Welcome aunt.

Welcome uncle.  Welcome nephew.
Welcome niece.  Welcome son.

Welcome daughter.

Welcome to the Tribe.

Larry Piltz
Indian Cove
Austin, Texas