Narrative and Identity

Instead of a poem
here's a reference to your pitless bottom,
spurred on by a
compulsion for compassion
I was advising my friends the whole night long

compassion for the German,
compassion for the English,
compassion for the American

compassion for the ones who
are ridiculed in absentia

and before I discuss this with myself
critically and
come to the conclusion that
compassion breeds injustice

I shall throw the whole thing
to the pitless bottom
of an Italian restaurant in deep Teuton country.