ADOLF EICHMANN
A poem by Thomas Merton, as told by Lenny Bruce
My name is Adolf Eichmann
The jews came everyday to vat they thought would be fun in the showers
The mothers were quite ingenious,
they vould take the children and hide them in bundles of clothing
They vere quiet soon because ve sealed them in, battened down the hatches, looked through the portholes and they would drop to the floor
They vere quiet.
Then we’d walk in, take off their clean Jewish love rings, remove the teeth and hair for strategic defence.
I made soap out of them.
They hung me in full view of the prison yard.
And people vould say ‘Adolf Eichmann was a beast!’
Nein, I vas a soldier.
‘No no, there are soldiers and soldiers, this was a beast!’
But I did a conscientious day’s work, I vatched through the portholes, saw every jew burned and turned into soap.
Do you people think yourselves better
because you burned your enemies
at long distances with missiles?
Without ever seeing what you’d done to them?
Hiroshima
Auf wiedersehen
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