Happy Family.

Smile,
Mable, your naughty warfare has
yellowy wrinkles
like flower shop jingles, O mother goose.
Jasmine fabric and gunshot echo in
Mable's kitchen; left the fridge open.

Yellow skyline, 'sing in Hebrew', sings in Zyklon-B.
Mable, sing in heaven,
sings for Nazi tease.
So, scrub your nose to your rash content,
"what war, mother?"
you reassure the audience;
They applaud silently
behind affordable almshouses.

Dine,
dinner's ready.
Diane, Mable, wash her face.
But Mable only spits upon her and
Concerning Kate? Miserable fortune
breaking Mother's chessboard.
Checkmate.

Continue galloping towards a deceiving sunset,
Mable, Gazelle,
your Father? Intolerable
he summons his belt
and suddenly,
your back is birch-tree sore. Death camps were built,
out of lego-bricks, out of loneliness.
Needs more bricks.