Axis & Allies - damowords

Conquest of Italy
Languor usurps the last coragio,
A fair share of the fighting has been fought,
No faith to summon Jupiter Stator,
Arms thrown aside men made for safest port;
From Alpine mists
The Tramontana blows,
Bringing Berlin’s fascists, those vicious packs of crows.
Ah! once again the Roman’s fall
As at Decadent Pompeii,
When ash & aethon cover’d all…
To the common folk’s dismay
They find themselves the fresco wall
Parting the global fray…
Lives lying in the lap of deity,
Uncertain futures spread thro Italy.
Altho the temple of Janus
Hath closed it’s doors to war
Hitler’s panzers, Goth invaders,
Roll with a clank & roar
Thro Rome’s gorgeous museum streets pepper’d with tombs of
yore.
The Third Reich
September 10 th
1943
Dramatic Rescue
Humming Heinkels drew gliders in their tow,
Releasʹd them on the buxom welken swell,
Floating to the Gran Sasso, far below,
Cappʹd by snow patches & this white hotel
Where splintering
Crash the flimsy gliders,
See the men outpouring like fierce gladiators!
The bungling gaurds jumpʹd out of bed,
Caught in canine siesta,
Il Duce shouts down, ʺNo bloodshed!ʺ
From window of his tower,
Gen’ral fetches goblet of red
& toasts ʺTo the victor!ʺ
Downʹd in one gulp by Otto Skorzeny,
ʺNow, sir, take me to see Mussolini!ʺ
ʺDer Fuhrer bids form a fascist
Republic North of Rome...
Also arrest Ciano ye must,
Eʹen from your daughterʹs home...ʺ
He mumblʹd, humblʹd as a sunken shadow in the gloam.
Abruzzi Appennines
September 23rd
1943