O! daughter dear, on this mid-western afternoon,

When I can see all the way to Sacramento, I cry

For you, Ariel-blue, in all your golden-girlhood

Too lovely for a life of pettiness and strife were

You. You caught a boat to England, never returned.

No Nazi goblin me, an extraordinary Jew like you,

Beautifully clever Ariel-blue. And, maybe I didn’t talk

To you like I yearned and wanted to, my tongue a knot

Of weasels, a clash of monkeys in a cage, a silence in a rage,

And I cannot turn this page or even look at this memory

Of you trapped in this manacled-mind of mine. Twisted

By Mr Inexorable, I was always frightened for you,

By all the bad the world could do to you, Ariel-Blue.

I loved you Bumblebee-blue. Ich liebe dich Hummel-blau.




◄ The Twilight Realm



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