Milkwood’s Poem A Day #6 is the Found Poem form and has as its word prompt “gravity”.
A found poem is quite literally that. Scanning through the written material of others a little snatch of verbiage here and there catch’s a person’s eyes and imagination and from that a new poem is written. Obviously, the possibilities are limitless. With that in mind, there will be no examples shown other than the one that I will now write based on an oddity that I spied the New York Times’ bestsellers list for non-fiction. In this case, the book is Killing the SS. It’s a work by Bill O’Reilly and Martin Dugard. It is exactly what it sounds like a book written about the hunting of former Nazi war criminals.
This piece will center on Himmler…
Hunting Himmler by Michael Romani The most sinister man in Europe's clime Himmler was, indeed, the devil incarnate The planner of calculated cruelty To find this man and make him pay this time Would never be enough to ever compensate The chaos he inflicted on humanity Newsreel cameras capture moments of defeat Delivering Germany into the victor's hands The need for execution of some would be swift There under the Allies' marching feet A million heroes from the world's lands Would search for Himmler on farm and cliff Donning the disguise of Sergeant Henrich Himmler hopes to hide among the refugees Brought by his assisted destruction of society Defeatism and cyanide for the German Reich The Fourth Reich counts him among its devotees Here in this post war state of staid gravity In a vast conspiracy of industrialists This insane movement cloaked itself underground Knowing itself in a war it could not win Masquerading as maverick and rugged individualists The Nazi collaborators held themselves as bound To help men like Himmler to begin again In the end, escape became the only real possibility Moving across Germany in a caravan of Mercedes Benz They found themselves at the Elbe waiting to cross Knowing the odds and all sense of probability Made allies among villains as natural friends One last chance seen for the Reich to avoid all loss Mistake after mistake on this slow journey Was only the continuation of Himmler's complicity Turning against Hitler in the end, he sought compromise He had not realized that truth sorts destiny And that he was doomed to be one with past history There would be no deal with any of the Allies At checkpoint, Himmler's ego gets the best of him And he and his companions are held prisoner of war This disguise pushed aside to reveal his real identity It was just one of those strokes of luck of now and then When good fortune smiles and God allows an even score Himmler's delusions are just part of his ill legacy As he is strip searched again, he tries to hide A cyanide capsule that he has managed to stick inside Biting down the prussic acid is released and is deadly Good Dr. Wells grabs Himmler's tongue taking in stride His hand being bitten to avoid poison ingested to deride The victory of the allies against Himmler so steadily But there would be no resuscitating Himmler by Wells A dead devil has met his just deserved adieu To be consigned to an unmarked grave that he deserved Farewell to this devil as he is sent straight to Hell Not a man grieved as the unholy devil got his due Where along side Hitler, his justice will be served (c) February 13, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved