A Doctor Escapes

Sigmund

the smoker

of rolled phallic symbols

That's Freud

with the cancerous lip (Freud

It means pleasure) hurriedly

boarded

the last puffin'

Train

to Paree.

Made it

by the skin of his teeth.

He

sat back

and relaxed

He puffed

and he thundered

away from the clouds

Of Vienna.

His Nazi receipt

was his ticket

to freedom.

His people

met him in Paris

and later in London.

Their faces

lit up

. . . for a time.