The Life
Review
Of
Robin
Ludd
A true
epic in ten fantastic cantos
By © Anton Vendamenc, 2018
CONTENT
1. How It began
2. The Story+ of Grandmother
3. The Story of Grandfather
4. The Story of Father
5. A Few Pithies
6. With Hazel Wand in Hand
7. The Great Loop de Loop
8. Why First Armageddon Failed
9. Back to the Wood
10. *The Asterisk
11. The Door Facing the Wood
11. The Door Facing the Wood
The Life Review of Robin Ludd
By © Anton
Vendamencsh, 2017
1 How It Began
First
A definition
Of ’fuck
As in fucked up
As if by some magic
And discarded
As mere meat
A word
Most often used
By orphans
and children
No one knows
What to do with
An expression
Of a stuborn
And resilient
‘I’
My
desperate
And
become mindless
mother
fucked
me up
(see definition of fucked up above)
So
to speak
A
second time around
When she
Made love to
The young warrior
Fleeing the horrors
Of war and slaughter
As desperately
As she did.
So they found
Their escape
In a love affair
Which fortunately
Fucked-up
No children
But fucked-up
Memories
For me and millions
In millions of ways.
That was nearly
Over seventy years
ago
Toward the end
of
WW2.
He was young
She was young
I was a child.
I saw
But did not know
what I saw.
At that time
I still believed
Father would
Survive
And return.
I screamed for him
Tantrums of prayers
When in bed
And alone.
I did not yet
know
That he
Who had
(So ordered by
grandfather)
Fucked me up
To pretend fatherhood
Was already
dead
A bullet to his
head
His pants full
of shit
The compliments
of
Disentery
And dirty buckets
That in one
swell swoop
Dumped shit
In the Volga
And drew water
for the
unfortunates
destined
to board and
room
at Astrahan’s
Neither father
Nor I
Knew that Mother
Making love
To a stranger
Stranded on a farm
In a God forsaken land
By some grace of God
(or Chance)
Would save my life.
Which is why
This (more than
personal) epic.
Mother’s shame
Shaven head
Compelled
Her Wehrmacht
lover
(an honorable
man)
To make place
On the Wehrmacht
truck
So he and she could
Make love once
more
Even as I
A blind witness
yet
With
anti-aircraft shells
Exploding above
us
Saw them do
Whatever it was
They did
From the other
end
Of the hay loft
Above the garage
Next to
The railway
tracks.
By some glory be
To angst an fear
My life was saved.
August 20, 1944.
(Enlarge Picture
by taking a spy glass
and look
closely)
In my stead,
Max,
the white gelding,
A reliable
Maximilian of strength
(So I heard
later)
Yoked to the
wagon
Of
grandmother’s sister
my aunt Emma
Was killed
By a plane
strafing
Those who fled
war
For some unknown
Hiding place.
Mother walked
With her shaven head
Before aunt Emma
For a whole month
An
embarrassement
That cut off
speech
For the length
Of a life time
Of a life time
Thus, depriving me
Of hearing
The full story
Of grandmother’s history
Who dead by
murder
Of her once husband’s
Second wife
Left her fate
To hearsay.
So much of the
story
For the Enquirer’s
First page.
Of course,
This is a story
Of hearsay
And hind sight
By one
With no one
Remaining
To censor.
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