(The numbers above each poem are the page numbers in the original book.)
Black September, a black mourning band from
Hell fluttered from the top of your standards
along with the national flags of all
these other countries on the day when the
white Olympic flag of fraternisa
tion and innocence was also run up
above Munich stadium. And while vic
tory ceremonies and the anthem
are played on military silver trump
ets you were all busy preparing the
dark deeds of defeat and desperation.
I think that I understand you when you
let fly with the star bazooka against
power and iniquitous collusion.