Don Quixote's Hitler Dream Poem by Paul Hartal

A bright moon was hanging in the sky.
It was a balmy Spanish autumn night
and Don Quixote was sleeping in his bed.
He had a vivid dream of his sweet lady,
Dulcinea of Toboso.
But she faded away gradually
into a vague eclipse.
Instead, a hysterical Hitler appeared
on the scene.
The Nazis just invaded Poland
and the Fuehrer was screaming
that it was Poland that started the war
by attacking Germany.
He was yelling in a hoarse voice,
making shrill screams staccato
and gesticulating wildly. His arms
were moving in a frenzied manner,
milling and wheeling and his body
suddenly started to follow the gyrating
convulsions of his limbs.
And now it dawned on Don Quixote
that the spinning limbs
and gyrating body of Hitler
were the revolving arms of the giants,
which, according to Sancho Panza,
were not giants but the sails of windmills.