To one
who had lost his armband, a
German police chief cried “Sie, Jude,
Sie haben verloren das zwanzigste Jahrhundert!”

He took his life or died of heartbreak (it is not certain
    which)
in his room, where he was found
. . . among his books.

Hanging in the eyes of his thousand-
friended library, he has lost, at home,
what no state ever, really,
shouted from any man:
The badge of the twentieth century
(1st half):
             Not name. Not even life.
But occupation.

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