Adolf And Eva Poem by Dianne Feaver

Behind the concrete bunker
of the Reichstag Chancellory
lies a shallow unmarked pit
where Adolf and Eva
were cremated, their remains
unceremoniously released
to eons of punishing wind and rains.

I like to think they were placed there
by voiceless Jewish children
because, really, what is left to say
that has not already been
howled out in lancing pain
toward the sky. I like to think
they were placed by the keen
perhaps eye to eye,
so they would recognize eternal terror
in one another's dead breath
or with arms wrapped in newlywed embrace
feel the unforgiving emptiness
of holding so lovingly onto death.

They must have realized
the dire strait they foundered in;
that there would be nowhere to rest.
They could have been singing Oopah!
in the Keller halls instead
or dining in the restaurants
of the Alexanderplatz
How attractive the cyanid
and bullet must have been-
how surgical sharp their cowardice
to choose suicide instead
of coffee at the last cafe
in Berlin.

dfeaver 2016