Siesta Fantasy
I have every power during my siesta
I travel from from Sahara to Himalaya
I can create a six no-trump universe
No Assad, no Mossad, gone the curse.
I can order death, but I can also commute
I can stem the tide like King Canute.
In my semi-somnolent state I can summon
anybody, any villain or daemon
and despatch him to the gas chambers
but an inner voice in my head whispers:
Inflict on your enemy undue torment
kill but one man without proper judgement
and you’re guilty of all the extermination
all the misery and abomination
of Auschwitz, Sobibor, Belzec, Treblinka
and of all the killing fields of Cambodia