Landscape with Dead Horses, 1945

Landscape with Dead Horses, 1945

In the end Hitler sat

in his cold bunker

and asked his soldiers

about his horses,

“Where are they?

Where are my horses?”

And no one dared

to tell him,

“They are dead

in the fields

with the Poles

and their horses,

bloated with death

and burning

with our corpses.”

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This poem is part of a sequence of three poems called "Landscape with Dead Horses" that were published in War, Literature, and the Arts: A Journal.  If you click here, you will be taken to the poem. http://www.wlajournal.com/poetry.html