As eerily sinister objects go
what possible value could there be
in a crude piece of machinery
designed specifically to etch a
numerical tattoo on the arm of a
prisoner at Auschwitz? Those meant
to be used as slave labour who might
and might not survive their ordeal
and those who had no use of the
mis-identification etching directed
immediately to the gas chambers. Who
might take pride in owning such a
device with its grisly-grim purpose
other than a museum dedicated to
memorializing the dead and mourning
the genocidal intent of a people
enslaved to a universally shared
legend of sub-human disposability?
Yet in Israel an auctioneer and the
owner of the diabolical identity-thieving
machinery prepared to sell to the
highest bidder, from Jew to Jew
elicit notice of the abominable anomaly
in objectivity, soulless creatures, all!
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