We thought about Nietzsche differently in Flatbush
Than they did in the dritte Reich — I think
For us he was about the freedom to be weirdos
while for the members of the national social workers party
It was more about the collective will. They really liked the will.
And the aesthetics of grabbing glory in the face of death
For us it was less about that, more an individual thing
Wandering through subway stations late at night
Forging our meaning for ourselves from the cold night
But who knows? Maybe if we had had the opportunity
To stage parades and spectacles and conquer France
Some of us would have and who knows if some of those Nazis
Had been frozen by Hitler and then defrosted on Rugby road
In February, all alone, without a date, and somehow thrilled by panic
They wouldn’t have found the taste of amor fati
In lonely walks through Flatbush just like me.