Twisted Oaken Tree

Twisted oaken tree that children frolic upon

in the desolate pile of filth that will become of earth

summer winds spread the garbage like cancer

in the fraulein's lungs as she sips on coffee

black as her heart

filled with the tar sinking creatures in never-ending

pits like that of hell with it's fiery coals

charring the meat for the barbecue

stripped from a cow tainted by radiation

leaking from the sewer as the pipes

in her kitchen from which the water pours

through the filter for crystal clear

quenching of thirst