I have learned that Adolf Hitler has survived.
He's in suspended animation and will be revived.
Hitler will be released from suspended animation.
His evil and horrible plan will be world domination.
He will still be evil, he will certainly not repent.
He will kill millions of people who are innocent.
But I just heard on the news that something went wrong as he was being revived.
The suspended animation machine has stopped working and he's gone forever, he's not alive.
If Hitler had survived, he would've caused even more terror than he did decades before.
Everybody on the planet should be thankful that he's not around to start a third World War.
This poem took me back to a
This poem took me back to a very pleasant time in my adolescence, when my then best friend and I engaged in a contest (for the bragging rights, nothing more) of writing long short stories for extra credit in our English class; same teacher, differemt hours. His story ran to eight pages, and was called "Return Of The Nazi's In The Year 2001," and featured a suspended animation machine not just for one, but for thousands. However, he did not have the good sense to dispose of them as you did in your seventh line, and his "long" short story was left clumsily open-ended and without closure of any kind. I have not thought about that episode for a long time, but your poem revived the memory. That "contest" was my first foray into the shallows of what I hoped would become a lengthy literary experience (although I was then concerned only with prose, not with verse); and, voila!, here I am today with a devotion to verse and a huge dislike of prose. Thanks for prompting my memories, and I am very glad that, in the world of your story, WWIII was averted.
Starward