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[title] => The Spirit of Ethel
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[bodytext] => the Rosenberg’s were executed two days before I was born when my watermelon mother pushed me out my first summer morn I have mused I am imbued with the spirit of Ethel the midwife slapped my scrawny buttocks made me toothless scream the waterballoon mother counted my toes Ethel, did you rush in and fill up my skin? From whence comes this fierce loyalty? “oh, Julius I will die for thee” he was a two bit a counterfeit spy a green glass seeking autonomy seeking atomic seeking money yet you loved him like a schoolgirl semitic and heavy sucked in two to his philo-sophy statesmen called you “commie” I will not plod to my ending behind a doofus patsy man I aim for greater, shoot for better on my own terms I rise again Oh Ethel, what would you tell me if the two of us could chat? on some level I have your knowing in myself you made sure of that how did your spirit fly to Texas summer solstice ‘53? from all the wee ones coming into land that day how did you decide on me? I laud you for your allegiance for your feckless legionry Help me, Ethel why should I douse the flames of the fire you lit in me? Oppenheimer had a secret a bloody method to end the war your foolhardy husband sought to sell it to grab some cash to fund his store your photo enters my minds vivid eye curly black haired laughing girl so in love come later so glum if I could only hear your voice all the books I’ve read said you were a singer a bit of a big band swinger a stupid Jello wrapper insignificant piece of trash brought the spying to its end laughable hard evidence Julius was a nebbish weak milquetoast hard of head a ball less tot playing hardball in a big boys nuclear spread you walked along behind him kissed him through the iron mesh paddy wagon wall shackled ankle to foot chained like a slave fodder for newshounds scapegoat for the masquerade of the decade poster child for that godless agenda “She is a threat to the American way.” you left behind your sons Ethel, was it worth it? Ethel, what would you have become? your choice fixed your wagon by and by you fried in electric furnace hot flame as ladies first your head burst then gentleman Julius sat in that Ethel warmed chair but unlike you, he kept his hair there is sadness inexpressible at times as life goes on there is joy to match that sorrow and a airplane hangar load of sweet love songs the path you took to immortality germinated in Einstein’s mind graphite black uranium stack would ignite excite and split a particle in two the quantum remains are the remnants of you an unknowable atom broken in half a thing never dies but clones and inhabits and does not disband the science is beyond me, but your spirit I understand Thanks for living in me, Ethel I pledge I will not let you expire Oh Ethel, fill me with the flame of your inextinguishable fire. Hautebush November 29, 2005 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 256 [topic] => 49 [informant] => hautebush [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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