<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535746" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dead March</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene <br>Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, <br>Imperfect kindling even in this wind, burn on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone in uniform hums Brahms. Servants prepare<br>Eyewitness stories as the night comes down, as smoking coals await<br>Boots on the stone, the occupying troops. Howl ministers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep in Kyffhauser Mountain's underground, <br>The Holy Roman Emperor snores on, in sleep enduring <br>Seven centuries. His long red beard</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grows through the table to the floor. He moves a little.<br>Far in the labyrinth, low thunder rumbles and dies out.<br>Twitch and lie still. Is Hitler now in the Himalayas?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are in Cleveland, or Sioux Falls. The architecture<br>Seems like Omaha, the air pumped in from D&uuml;sseldorf.<br>Cold rain keeps dripping just outside the bars. The testicles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burst on the table as the commissar<br>Untwists the vise, removes his gloves, puts down<br>Izvestia. (Old saboteurs, controlled by Trotsky's</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scheming and unconquered ghost, still threaten Novgorod.)<br>--And not far from the pits, these bones of ours, <br>Burned, bleached, and splintering, are shoveled, ready for the fields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Weldon+Kees">Weldon Kees</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535746" data-title="Dead March de Weldon Kees" data-description="Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this wind, burn on. Someone in uniform hums Brahms. Servants prepare Eyewitness stories as the night comes down, as smoking co..."></div> </div> </div>

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