Axis & Allies - damowords

End of the Dream
Encaved in a distant reality,
The blood of good Germans upon his hands,
Entranced by ghosts & Himmler’s theurgy,
His officious imperium still stands;
Yet one‐by‐one
Timeless cities destroy’d
The Allies prime weapon dragging him to the void.
As Hercules donn’d that tunic
& died by his own poison
Throughout the Reich, full bubonic,
Has spread his war’s contagion,
Reducing homes to ash & brick,
Morbid devastation!
A bulletin! For him a worse bombshell,
Most of the VI sites destroy’d as well!
He rampaged with his jaundiced eye,
“This must be treachery!”
Drugg’d blood‐supply soaring sky high,
The traitor, “Who is he”
Clinging sadly to slender threads of dwindling destiny.
The Wolf’s Lair
December
1943
Return of Rommel
Hitler summon’d his favourite marshal,
Still could he stir that dusty soldier’s soul,
“This year they must try & cross the channel,
I give you France & the Atlantic wall…
From Kirkenes
Around the Norman shore
Down to the Pyrenees, a thousand miles or more.”
He tour’d the sea defences,
Twitchy genʹrals form his host,
“Incomplete!” agreed consensus
Shattering der Fuhrer’s boast,
“We must stop them on the beaches
In one day at the most…
If we do not then this war vil be lost!”
His voice grew deep, concern’d & edged with frost,
& waved his Field‐Marshal’s baton
Like wizards weave their wands,
Cunning vision foxed one‐by‐one
Obstacles in the sands,
To cause death & destruction as the occasion demands.
Le Vivier
January
1944