When You Cannot Beat Them Do Not Join Them Poem by Martin Lochner

I heard whispering “there is a Jew in the hostel”
fixing myself by
skin heading hard grain curls
shaving twirling sideburns

commotion in the shower
seeing no foreskin they all left the shower frowning
'hooked nose Judah 'I heard around the blind corner

sleeping without ease
waking up to a Jesus killer! ! ! Graffiti wall
they nailed me like their messiah

finding comfort with my fellow black list colleague
the Muslim grandchild of my father’s enemy