SNAKE CARVED DOOR

SNAKE CARVED DOOR

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Hitler’s bunker saw a wedding.

Two attendants

were murdered after the vows were taken.

Escaping into the night

bombs were getting closer.

They made there way to the U-530 submarine

waiting to pick up their precious cargo.

Dark Angelic faces

obscured by the night of Stars

walking down the metal hatchway stairs

history was forever forgotten.

Dead salamanders rot

but the face of Hitler will never not.

Quaking waves beneath them

became a dysentery of death fumes

still carrying his Gun.

Hitler’s eyes

were too late inflamed with Evil.

Two people disguised

were sacrificed for their illustrious escape.

Deaf ears in the night

heard not a step or walk of their presence.

Nazi boots clattering were stiffen

and the King of death was now a runaway.

Pacing in the submarine

the end of time was closing on them fast

knowing in the foothills of Argentina

would be waiting

a house and a strong whiskey nightcap.

Dead rats will exude a stench

and the carcass of Hitler was long dead.

Reading books he spent his life

understanding the World pronounced him

a Son of Satan, he was

unaffected and believed he was always right.

Six millions strikes against him

he eventually died of old age in harmony

with a woman who was devoted.

God made their morning eggs always rot

for the devil and his lot, spoke of

escaping the breath of Hell on his deathbed.

Nowhere to run and no U-530.

No one to divert him

from the snake carved door of Satan's lair.