Born in an Illinois barn,
that two-headed calf
became a coin Frank flipped
through World War Two,
judging heaven from
a foxhole. “God loves evil…
goodness too,” he testifies
while pouring beer, half
of him still watching
one head blink a minute
longer than its brother,
teaching me his zebra
God of Eden / Auschwitz,
how He sacrifices to Himself.
