The Book thief was a Jew.

-The Book Thief was a Jew-

A pint of dream;
Some fake fantasies.
A little dose of ecstacy;
Spread on a sandwich of feelings.

Some emotional lullaby.
A warm hug from Mrs Britswitch;
A cold cup of stale coffee,
  On a freezing night.

Little bits of black sores;
Covered in white flakes.
A rigid fraying wall;
A crumbling truck of rotten flesh.

A low reverberating humm;
Sickening symphonies from lil fruit flies.
Old bootstrap Bill is on the match again.

An urgent shout;  a pointy knot.
A dangling.
Some jerky kickings;
Short raspy gasps.
A heavy breathing;
A sudden static.
A "soul" escape...

It's time to pick up the shovel again.
Little Tim, up to the red tower came.
The smoke never stops,
   We wear our ashes like second skins.

But Potatoes?  Yeah we love Potatoes.