He hopped the train to Heartsville, the boxcar holds odors of the extermination of the Jews in the creaking wooden planks. I am afraid. A gentile, American, making genocide in Gaza where there are no boxcars or rails. Biden blinks and Anthony smiles. Cooked children’s flesh never reaches the nostrils of their Zionist noses, bastards both. Train Stops. In terror I flee down to the river to wash. How I wish John where here to cleanse me of my sins. My genocidal murders. God, oh God. Were art thou God? Dead or alive….