Adolf Chewing on Heinrich

How long the evil in your life will stretch

Beyond your death you cannot know.  Your deeds

Will find a living tombstone where they etch

Your message planted there among the weeds

Of time, perhaps eternity.  Perhaps

The tongues of angels and of devils will

Translate that message and produce the maps

To guide your wickedness and let it spill

To times unknown.  As likely as that seems

Is quite beside the point.  A Holocaust

And corpses in its pits were Hitler’s dreams.

He lingers there in coldest hell depths’ frost.

  Your Cocytus is where your teeth will bite

    And gnash like Satan through immortal night.

~ Phillip Whidden