Alchemisland

Two thirsty nazis toads

Sore from the open road

They beg water with no oaths 

Leave them open throated 

Burn the slaughter 

Beyond enemy lines with no orders

Nazi blood caked marauder

I wore khaki and carried a king’s shilling

Now I am hacking through gizzards, aroused when killing

The scenes I choose to leave behind are chilling

Corpses composed, evidence of their abuse by a villain 

By the village boundary I leave bodies, spattered palisades and thin  

Essays penned in blood transcribing my derangement

The arranged corpses are interfered with for maximum effectiveness

Sights breath-stealing

My scythe a scope, death-dealing

The scope of my operation yet entirely concealed

I am peat bog soldier, Barleycorn life of the fields

The zeal with which I repeal their rights to life, unfeeling

They beg me kneeling not to kill them, I gut and spill them

I deskin these fiends with potato peeling, rinds in spirals reach the ceiling

Spielberg how I’m filming nazis dying, my samsung camera captures 4k crying

Arbeit Macht Frei this, I pull the wire which pulls the wire which pulls them apart

So many are dying the reich is an alarm, they think some arm of the french resistance

I harm every arm I grip, I carve new eyes to show them see new distances

I grip them and hit them, their lips bled and their wounds spread, new vistas

Of twisted torture visit them, Cenobitic game of twister, dog chewing legs like turkey twizzlers

My knifepoint tickles the gizzards of a whistling sentry, Hamlet’s dad sent me

Buzzsaws your innards on entry and toss your corpse like a can of old grease

My kill count increases, death my death need greases

Dogs on your flesh teething, meal end grieving 

Their death sheets long and full of creases and crossouts, cross shouts across corridors in the halls and floors of power

My vile flowers, soon comes their final hour, their vilest hour is my finest hour.