the bones of hitler

abandoned children
play games on
the asphalt
of vacant runways

feral dogs dig
up the
decaying
bones
of hitler

flames of yellowed
grass lick
the fading blooms
of dandelions

thunder sways in
the distance
but the sky prefers
to threaten rather
than deliver

you sit on
a park bench
feeding crumbs to
starved pigeons
from your
last loaf of
bread

hoping today
it will
finally rain
 

-published in Lunatic Chameleon #4