I knew a man
He survived the camps
on his good looks.
Can I survive a party
On mine?
One boy’s blue eyes
found him favor
with the Nazis.
Can mine find me luck
With you?
One’s fair hair
passed him right
At a selection.
Will you
Swipe me right?
We’ll consummate
at the crematorium of desire
Set love free
In a smoking chimney
of the burning temple.
The end.