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Of any poet I have ever had: Of any poet I have ever had the pleasure of not merely reading but actually befriending (which is indeed an immaculate honor), the emotional weight you are able to carry from stanza to stanza never fails to amaze, leaving me, and any member in your audience I'm sure, gasping for their own breath again after the powerhouse presence you sprinkle the stage with... And on the subject of absence, I apologize for mine; I am well aware that a grumpy cat is never necessarily the greatest sign, lol

I cannot stop re-reading this: I cannot stop re-reading this poem!

That is so very true!: That is so very true!

That line, "But I cannot: That line, "But I cannot forget the other ground, where no flowers bloom, no bells resound. The Romanov children, stripped and slain, their bodies hidden in Siberian rain" has the power of a "suckerpunch" to the gut or kidney.

Wow! And on a corollary: Wow! And on a corollary thought;  A Widow’s Lament in the Age of No Flowers Late on the night of January’s frost, I watched my husband breathe his final cost. They brought him wreathes, they brought him song, they crowned his silence, they called it strong. But I cannot forget the other ground, where no flowers bloom, no bells resound. The Romanov children, stripped and slain, their bodies hidden in Siberian rain. Graveless, cancelled, erased from the page, yet their shadows rise to indict the age. No cenotaph, no marble stone, only whispers where they lie unknown. And I, the widow, dare not tell my comrades of this thought of hell: What if the Faith they sought to kill still tolls its bell, relentless, shrill? For one is celebrated, banners unfurled, while the others are banished from the world. Yet stars above, with hostile light, judge both alike in endless night.  

Sounds like the web of: Sounds like the web of Dragnet. Another Jack was a medical examiner, Klugman from Quincy, M.E. 

You certainly have the skills..: You certainly have the skills to produce a great poem That's something I've always felt Not like the producer Max Bialystock, you know him ?  He wears a cardboard belt! Thanks for posting