Axis & Allies - damowords

Glimpse of Glory
Fascisti race to the gates of Moscow,
Tho ragged in her ruin’d environs,
Ice‐caked at thirty five below zero
& the Russkis are scrapping like demons;
Skirting the verge
Of a fabled city city
One last glorious surge to seize the victory!
Kampfswagon engine warm’d by fires,
Khan’s company advances,
On reconnaissance’s acquires
Most mythical of glances,
In the near distance Moscow’s spires
Golden flutter finches,
Dreamtime disturb’d by the sounds of firing…
A motley crew of workers come charging!
With the panzers frozen solid
A few leagues to the rear,
& with Russian, his wrench & gun,
Clamouring ever near,
With pisgah sight the spires espied… mist shrouds… they
disappear.
Khimki
December 3rd
1941
The Pendulum Turns
For those friends having failʹd to run the course
Willie’s harp sang a sad & lilting dirge,
Breakfasting on the flesh of frozen horse
Sweat froze to Khan at his madnesses verge;
Reduced to rags,
Barely untermenschen,
O torn & tatterʹd flags, O worn & shatterʹd men!
Over Moscowʹs frozen river
Came Zhukovʹs counter attack
Fresh soldiers of Siberia
From many a hunters shack,
Spirits fortified by vodka,
Snowsuit upon the back
Would pulverise the exhausted Germans.
Supported close by warplanes & cannons.
Ah! thus descends the same retreat
That slew the Grande Armee,
Across ice sheet, chokʹd with defeat,
Trudging dejectedly,
Burning homes & potatoes to allay the enmity.
Russia
December 6 th
1941