The Cockroaches of Darmstadt Under the Full Moon

in the middle of the night these disgusting creatures have the gall to show their ugly heads in public in nineteen thirty eight, in nineteen forty two, in twenty twenty five ring the bells! light the torches! scare them out of the darkness! let’s put them on a train and kick them out of the country until we can sleep at night under the white light of the full moon! dreams they were crawling up the bed posts, over the sheets, across the face, into the mouth of my snoring father who is too old to notice the infestation, because it’s only the youth who keep their eyes open, who puff up their egos enough to frame their selves as superior to something that can outlive a nuclear attack, come out, come out, great grandmother! I will trap you under a paper cup and perform a ritual defenestration under the exposing light of the full moon! just imagine the fucking balls it takes to paint yourself as the kings and queens in a world that no longer recognizes royalty and to demand purity and extermination just so you can fucking get a good nights sleep.