I had a dream:
The Reich of Goyim crucified Mozart
And buried him in Potter's Field
Where nobody kneeled
Save the Jews who saw the God in the man that died
And kept His memory sanctified.
And I roamed the world as His apostle
Accosting people left and right,
Converting every Christian that I caught
To a Mozartistic proselyte.
Miraculous, the Evangelic
Music of this Man Divine,
The outspread arms, the song-nailed hands
That shine!
Out of the depths of His Pa**ion
To the very last
Every finger
Of this crucified singer
Laughed.
Through terror of tears
More than Himself he loved
His neighbor's...ears.
The Sermon on the Mount:
How stingy, indigent
Next to the bounty
Of Mozart's testament.