by John Kendall Hawkins
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Somewhere embedded in the still's a meme,
a mission I once was on, hostages
were involved, I was on a rescue team.
Israelis under Idi's auspices.
Wood's debut; Bronson had had a few.
Between scenes, I sat there reading Nietzsche,
far from the madding extras. "I'm peachy,"
I said to Charles when asked, "and a Jew."
True, a goyim Jew, brought in for the picture --
a tokin' laughing Jew. Entebbe?
No idea. Like the death camps. No, Bibi,
then, to ruin my vibe. I was hip, sure.
IDF muscle toughs will be here soon
to take me, like Alice, to the "Jew" moon.
