Always the joker, a regular
misogynistic, misanthropic,
blue-eyed, blonde-haired
Aryan son of Hitler
from your swastika tattoo
all the way to the tips
of your authentic, Nazi
issue jackboots (bought
on e-Bay and cared for
lovingly, saving your
sharpest zingers for those
less than fortunate;
minorities, the handicapped
or anyone not
a white, conservative
Republican male.
You always claimed
you were only joking,
that there wasn’t a prejudicial
bone in your body,
and I suppose I should have
called you on it, but
the last time I saw you
was at your funeral
and you weren’t making jokes then,
instead, you just lay there
in your casket looking so old
and frail – withered.
All I could do was feel
a sick sort of pity
for the half dozen or so,
not so sad, white mourners
with not a black face among them.