A Passion pageantry was held
with great solemnity
Each year in Lent in Wiesenfeld,
that Pilgrims came to see.

A mother brought her son with her
to watch the pious play,
And he in turn, had brought along,
his friend this festive day.

Inseparable were these two, -
Fritz and Pete Seligman,
And Fritz cared not,- Lo! never knew,
that he was Aryan.

Thus Fritz and Peter Seligman
amidst the pilgrims stood
To see with Mom and cousin Ann,
the Lord pass with the rood.

The actors' cast were locals though
some were from France,- Toulouse,
Those hook-nosed swarthy had been picked
to represent the Jews.

The pilgrims came from far and near
to watch the pageantry,
And pious confraternities
kept waiting on their knee.

But finally they saw the Lord,
beat up, with many a bruise,
His face disfigured by the blows
inficted by the Jews.

Fritz’s mother clutched her Rosary,
as the procession neared,
Then noted the great oddity,
Christ had god Odin’s beard.



His mother’s soft and golden hair
swayed gently in the wind,
Resembling the Teutonic maid,
fair tragic Sigelind.

Great music! - Wagner- now rang out,-
the Goetterdaemmerung,
The Twilight of the Gods that is,
from the Ring of Niebelung.



And grieving Mary Magdalene,
whose eyes with tears were filled,
Seemed head-winged Aryan heroine,
the Saga's fierce Brunhild.






Lo! Jesus wounded, bound and bruised,
as captive now marched past,
Brave Siegfried by the Jews abused,
starred in the drama's cast!

And Peter suddenly looked wan,
and kept a low profile,
He felt looked through by Mom and Ann,
their faces spleen and bile.

Now mom turned round with reddened face,
that took on bluish hue,
Recalling something - Oh disgrace!
young Peter was a Jew.

And Peter, her son Fritz‘s friend,
so faithful kind and true
Would now be from her household banned,
- found out to be a Jew.

And Fritz grew up with means wherewith
to make his trumpet sound,
But found no rest, nor joy and peace,
by a Sibling's Shadow bound.