Biographies of Hitler

So I sit reading biographies of Hitler,

All the crazy confused verdicts in my head,

Fretting at history’s Mephistophelean games,

Solemn and absurd turned inside out.


The carnival dead survive us all,

Reborn to baffle,seduce and damn,

Their minds escape with their bodies,

Leaving empty skulls in our hands.


Rumour,legend,myth and deceit:

Conflicting testimonies map the vertiginous

Terra incognita where scholars wander,

Shades in purgatory,abandoned to pain;


Nothing is settled, all conclusions vex;

May, might and could run the masquerade;

Back and forth horned questions hunt us,

Scorning this guilty lust to explain.