These days we live in a jungle
where natives dance in the sand
the band not missing a beat,
strings of light sway in
a deceptively warm breeze,
unmasked faces grinning
cluster round the Tiki bar,
as a cobra is
about to plunge from
a viny canopy—
in the kitchen of our life
you’ll be telling me
Hitler was just misunderstood.
--Ray Greenblatt
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