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the germans must have a word
for the feeling of joy and excitement
when a villain dies, but this word must also
encompass the shame one feels
for feeling the thrill of another human’s death.

saw the news first thing this morning:
the architect of several of those imperial oil wars,
a torturer and war criminal,
a real who’s who of boards chaired for greed and profit,
a back stabber and nefarious scoundrel.

a true terrorist in every sense.

whatever the word, the german one, is
it defines the smile that crept on my face
and provoked a sigh of relief
and a reminder that the world is lighter
for the extinguishing this pool of odious corruption.

goodbye rummy,
hope we do better next time
with your pile of matter,
now that you have dissipated
back into the universe.