Gas Mask Mustache

[Tiger the Lion]

Watching inebriate Charlie
pursued inside a revolving glass door
or as a lone prospector ambling precariously
along a Yukon precipice
I can’t help but see that Other
with his gas mask mustache.
Where Charlie was loose limbed
seeding the world with joy
Herr Hitler grew progressively stiff 
dedicated to destruction, 
yet God found an answer in Charlie
and I dreamed that Hitler’s Hell
might be to follow forever in Chaplin’s footsteps,
literally, stumbling through every gag
his brown uniform shabby and ill-fitting
his only symbol of power
a slim flexible cane, no Sieg Heils
left, only the laughter of his victims,
trapped forever inside every film
from Charlie’s flawless imagination,
dictating nothing but the absurd.

Enjoyed this Tim. I can't help feeling it would be stronger without mentioning his name- especially in the title. It might require a few more details, but nothing you're not capable of capturing. The name spoon feeds the reader a little. If that makes sense.