WW2 Dispatches: News From the Front 2

Foo Fighters to Winter War

Fighter Plane postcard image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

By Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

˂—| Foo Fighters |—˃

Demons in the upper air,
Gremlins out the brake-lines tear,
Nazis with their occult sign:
God will all His tests align.

˂—| Heinkel He 111 |—˃

Heinkel, Heinkel, One One One,
Like a cigar in the sun.
Glass-bowl glinting on your nose:
Shards-to-be soon combat throws.

˂—| The Latrine |—˃

Dig the pit, and dig it deep,
Let it all our secrets keep.
If we are disturbed by shells,
Let them suffer all our smells.

˂—| The Sniper |—˃

Sniper: in the tree I’m set,
Badge upon my epaulette.
Gilded leaves must disappear,
Vengeful foes in triumph near.

˂—| T-34 |—˃

Crushed by you T-34,
After we kicked in the door.
Thousands, thousands do us prick,
Back to Berlin them us kick.

˂—| Winter War |—˃

Hands discarded, frozen, stacked,
Of the Russians who attacked.
Steaming saunas soldiers sweat:
Finns who are not broken yet.