Excerpt from

Mengele Shitting

At the railhead Lilly saw him first, the binary motion of the stick,
among the stumbling shoals raused from the boxcars,
doling general death and fishing for his special interests--
twins, any anomaly; the hunchback father and clubfooted son--
unrhythmic metronome sending people to the left or right
onto different lines--death, life, death, death, death, death, death --
or with a jerk of the thumb, a flick of the finger in the white kid gloves . . .
humming opera, tall Lilly thought and handsome, in his monocle
  and gloves--
not merely handsome, courtly in the way my aunt described him.

"Mengele Shitting" originally appeared in TriQuarterly, a publication of Northwestern University.