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Hitler's Dog
I watch him crying with my brown eyes.
I smell his sadness and futility
pervades every pore.
Beyond the door
the war is raging.
Beyond and high above.
Soldiers cry and fight their
last deparate battle.
The losing few, subordinate to my master.
His eyes are full of loss.
His silence fills the air.
The flesh is pale,
and she is there.
The gun and the pill.
The gun and the pill.
The bitter end of dreams.
She touches him the willing slave.
The echoes of the vows she gave.
With eyes of care and love
in death, the pair embrace,
and taste some wine.
The final drink before the time.
And sky above, beyond the rock
and crests of blood and battles shock.
The heavens break and spawn cold tears.
Some tears of joy.
Some tears of loss.
Of final dark conclusion.
A thunder quake and dust falls about us like lives cast asunder by the war.
Above they die.
The give their loyal lives to
him, my master.
Touch me
as you once touched the crowd,
its mighty adoration.
All is lost and all forgotten
from eastern pain to
hells hot base.
Just dust and sadness in this place.
Between my teeth I feel him push.
Between my teeth my master gives.
Between my teeth,
a bitter pill.
Of master mine,
and master race.
It's over,
burnt throughout this place.
Where chaos lay
and generals stood.
Where bad men died
in eagle's blood.
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