a fräulein and Tesla were murdered in bed

her

bed sheets under

him

pillow over his head

he

found in solemn black suit

her

white wedding dress

in jumble on the floor

her with grinning old man over

him

Nazis fleeing Hotel New Yorker ~ room 3327’s door

 

no gedicht metered

can Tesla’s brilliance display

inventions: wireless communication

alternating current, voltage magnifiers,

a death ray

what Droit du seigneur

or JP Morgan’s banking schemes

should close down the Wardenclyffe Tower

or a young woman’s dreams?

 

Tesla, you genius martyred

a man before your time

dying on Nabisco crackers and milk

a laser beam pigeon

your paradigm

playing with Mark Twain

Tesla coil and lightening balls in the lab

our gift from birth

for selfishness

no man should ever have

 

like released energy from thunder storms

that inspired you to see

your creations scratched on a path

your pencil ~ a branch broken from a tree

a fleeting ion of your

presence within still wretchedly moans

a quiet solace speaks to be

simply left alone