Watched the first two parts of the mini-series “The Last of the Nazis” tonight, and I couldn’t stop myself from sympathizing with these 90-something men who had done unimaginably horrible things and cut so many lives short. And yet, seeing them as people, I felt sorrow for them. Unable to shake it from my mind (and after a Wikipedia-downward-spiral) I knew I had to write about that for tonight’s tanka.
Sympathy for the devil
or, how to feel sorry for
a Nazi. Wrinkled,
with such human eyes. Meanwhile
the fires churn in silence.