By
Ilona Martonfi
Volksrevolution
Man in a long black coat:
a “man of the people.”
Executed president and first lady:
Nicolae and Elena Ceausescu
in Romania’s Târgoviste garrison,
when charged with genocide
December 1989
blurred television pictures.
“Why are you doing this?”
Leafless walnut trees
grant them their last wish:
“Shoot us together.”
“Don’t tie us up! Don’t!”
“It’s a lie, that I made them starve.”
In the western county Arad,
Bihor Mountains foothills
where grandfather Ludwig Hass lived
by the River Somes
riots on Timisoara streets,
steep shingled roof
blue-painted timber
mother’s childhood house.
What music was played?
Wild boar hunting,
bloodhounds
predator crows in stone pines.
Red star cut out of flags.
Revolutia Româna.
Man in a long black coat:
a “man of the people.”
Ostersonntag
Upstairs, you went upstairs.
The house was quiet. It was so quiet.
Anyuka, mother, lying unfound
beside the broken chimney.
On the flat part of the factory hangar roof.
Not a sound. It was so quiet.
The sun had gone down. Tall poplars.
Anyuka wore a short-sleeved summer dress.
The dress puckered at the sleeves.
Tucked at the waist. Narrow belt. Sturdy shoes.
So quiet upstairs. No sunlight.
The linden tree. Grandmother’s wash line.
Willow catkins, forsythia in bomb craters.
Downstairs, black iron stove,
red, green, and purple Easter eggs.
Chocolate rabbit in cellophane.
Your mother’s attempted suicide:
Easter Sunday, April 13, 1952
anyuka took sleeping pills.
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