Universalism

Universalism sounds easy, but it requires us to tackle some hairy questions.

In Heaven,
Hitler bathes in vats
of liquefied flesh,
lathering up with cakes
of coagulated blood.
At night he reclines on beds of roasted hair,
Aryan princes caressing his body.
This is his reward -
to listen to Wagner piped through hollowed bones,
to desire fear and invite perverse terror,
and to hate himself for loving it.