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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Dennis J Bernstein


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Dreamsscape With Ethel and Jules Rosenberg

(Inspired by their Death House Letters)

The Hurricane stalled over the Hudson. They could see her churning
from their separate jail-cells on Death Row. Could hear the boats in-harbor
rearing back against the cinch, like wild stallions, rising to break their ties
with humanity. In the midst of the storm, Julius hears Ethel across the empty
prison yard, singing a freedom sonata. He recalls the peach pit the prisoners
had planted in the prison yard months before, that was stubbornly blossoming
in the shade, through a fracture in the crumbling cement.