The Genius

For you i will be a ghetto jew
And dance and put white stockings
On my twisted limbs and poison wells
Across the town

For you i will be an apostate jew
And tell the Spanish priest of the blood vow
In the Talmud and where the bones
Of the child are hid

For you i will be a banker jew
And bring to ruin a proud old hunting king
And end his line

For you i will be a Broadway jew
And cry in theatres for my mother
And sell bargain goods beneath the counter
For you i will be a doctor jew
And search
In all the garbage cans for foreskins
To sew back again

For you i will be a Dachau jew
And lie down in lime with twisted limbs
And bloated pain no mind can understand