History says Adolph, Old High German
for noble wolf (called “my Uncle Wolf” by
Winifred Wagner), held Eva Braun’s hand
as he blew his brains out, taking a bite
of cyanide for insurance. Eva
aped him, arm cuffed by her favorite gold
bracelet with the green stone. Not all believe
it. Phil feels they copped a mansion: some old
estate in Brazil. Lois finds their niche
somewhere high in the Himalayas. I
swear I see him once a week in Greenwich
Village, withered, limping, with wild blue eyes,
shouting through wolf teeth (spewing his sandwich)
he’s been robbed by the corner deli’s Jews
or the old black man who just shined his shoes.
Roger Armbrust
May 22, 2007
