Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Moloch ...a film noire by Aleksandr Sokurov


Although this is a dark movie it still deals with the complexities of human behavior especially those who are incapable of human intimacy and those who literally are ass kissers ..the ones who surrounded Hitler. sometimes movies can reflect behavioral patterns that need to be changed. enjoy!!!

The grim fortress

Along grim battlements the girldoes dance
Hand stands she makes
Naked as the day she was born

She pirouettes and runs her hands over rounded thighs
Stretches she upon a chair and kicks her legs up in the air
No-one is there to see

She stands upon the edge
Looking down into the night

Angling her body here and there
Knowing full well binoculars are trained on her
To view her swelling charms

Eva's mindless existence

Into her bedroom she goes
Empties her purse onto white sheets all gold they are
One little box she takes and gazes at the picture inside
Outside a red swastika in enamel lies


Morning comes and dances she into the long low room
Around around the table she does run
Set up for none except a book and magnifying glass

Then sits she upon the great backed chair and peers into the book
Filled it is with pictures of broken ruins and words
A drop
A drop conforms
Nothing does she understand

Why should she with all her charms
Gathering of demons
The record player martial music plays
As round the table again she dancesKicking up her legs in glee

Till the sound of marching feet she hears
And peering through the window sees
Military men accompany
Her lover Hitler his name does be

Limping Goebbels with wife Magda a big bosomy blonde is she
Bohrmann his eyes everywhere for treason look and things to write
Report he will
These are the ones who come to Eagle's Nest one day and night to enjoy

Hypochondriac was he

Hitler he walks the escarpment where clouds gather threateningly
And behind Eva waits for him to call her to his side
Lightening flashes and thunder bolts come down
Lighting up momentarily the dark fort where both they be

They meet they talk momentarily then part their separate ways to go
But soon she knocks on his door great bunches of wildflowers in her arms
She pushes open wide and walks inside no one there to see
The inner sanctum in she goes and sees her man without his clothes
His knickers around his knees

Giggling she ran from the room
But later returned did she and found her man in bed
Sheets drawn around his head
He said am ill so ill am I too tired to do anything

She laughed at him and tore the sheets away
And curled up like a kitten near to him and stroked his
cares away
For she the only one who told the truth to him
All others sycophants were they
ass kissers using cruder terms and if I choose I may

No intellect had they


All around the table they did dine on broth
For all that was what Hitler enjoyed
A vegetarian was he

Discussion was made by those present
But of no intellect was it for none had that
Merely an agreeing with Hitler's words

Watching all this were his men
SS were they in uniform military
Long legs long boots peaked caps
Red bands around their arms
In complete obedience were they

The next morning they all left
And Eva again was left alone

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