The Baron

The Baron rests within me
like a malignent cancer
chomping at my heart,
my lungs,
my brain.

A metastasis of emergency, of urgency-
I am no longer fully human;
my love
has vanished,
my hope wilts.

Only anger breathes
inside my frame
of blood and iron.

Connected to the
abandoned factory
in my head-
the workers left
eight years before.

Communists!

Socialist clerks
trying to corrupt
my blood-
pure Prussian blood.

They only told me soft thoughts,
they only taught me human weakness.

Now, in the empty iron works,
the voices carry names:
'Bismarck, King Frederick,
Von Richthofen."

"Become the blood,
become the void forever."

I listen, I sleep on
them with every
wakeful night.

I am the stone learning-
I am the rifle loaded.

"There is no one but you."

"In the end days,
all you have is one..."

One machine.

One industrial complex
frozen behind blue eyes,
and underneath blonde hair.