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Herr Kapitan Narcissus (anti-poem 23)

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Kapitan Narcissus decided once,
pursued by a soiled echo,
rather than surrender
to rabble he’d perish…
mounting his reflection
in a violet mansion
he never saw
the chaldeans at his gate…

though when called by the
Wehrmacht to serve
he was commissioned
and rumor is he had
a pils with the
soliders after a putsch,
or did he man a stuka
over York...

at his explosion
a eucharist
was served
to you