Eichmann

"Nicht einmal unheimlich." 

He was an old, ordinary, balding man, 
in no way remarkable, 
thin, in an ill fitting suit, 
he could have been anyone's grandfather, 
not a monster at all, 
calm, rarely raised his voice, 
resigned to his fate, 
altogether insignificant, 
he looked bored, annoyed, 
it would have been no different if an empty suit was draped over the chair he sat in. 

Still, 
he was a murderer, 
there was blood on his hands even if it could not be seen, 
even if he sat at his desk, 
without a forked tongue, 
no fangs, 
an insignificant old man with glasses and a balding head, 
a face in the crowd. 

Then there was all of us,
trying to balance the scales of justice for millions...

The world expected Lucifer, 
instead they found this plain spoken, bureaucrat, a planning, choreographer, 
no horns or tail, 
just this empty suit, looking soft and pale. 


T.S. Deary 
10/16/24