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The House of Special Purpose

Nicholas Trutenko

It’s 2:00 in the morning – and a nation sleeps.
The children are awakened from their beds
And ordered to get dressed.
They are taken with their parents and led through the house
To the cellar, twenty-three steps down.
The Ipatiev House can be a cold place,
When no one comes.

They are lined up against the wall
And told they will be photographed.
Some attempt to make the sign of the cross,
For the last time.

There would be no crying, no tears, no questions asked.
Such nobility!

But, what can children know of nobility
As they face the bayonet?

The force of the gunfire blows the father backwards.
The boy, after having been shot,
Is lying on the floor
And reaching for his father.

But, his father is not God –
Neither is he man.
He is something between God and man.
That’s what the people thought.
But now they sleep.

The twelve-man execution squad
Continues to fire, and the room fills with smoke.
They become unnerved / hysterical –
Because, the girls would not die.

Not knowing that they wore jewels sewn in their corsets,
Bullets bounce off the girls and ricochet madly in the room.
Perhaps they did rule by the will of God.

The men become enraged.
They start to spear the girls with their bayonets –
Ten / twenty / thirty times and more.
Then, smash and club them with their rifle butts.

Twenty minutes later –
They finish.

The room becomes quiet / eerie.
The blood and stench of gunpowder,
And the savagery of their deed,
Cause some of the men to get sick.

They begin to load the bodies on to the truck.
Then, become horrified –
Because the girls, still, would not die.

While being raised on a stretcher,
One of the girls cries out, and covers her face.
The men, acting as one,
Franticly start stabbing and clubbing her –
Until she lay still.

The other girls, now moving on the floor,
Are then set upon.
At some point, they would no longer feel pain.
They would no longer dream the dreams,
That young girls dream.

It’s 3:00 in the morning – and a nation is born
Through the blood of the tears
That were not shed
In the cellar of the Ipatiev House.

Let history record the names,
Of those who suffered
Once more, to read:

�� Alexei Trupp, Valet
�� Anna Demidova, Maid
�� Ivan Kharitonov, Cook
�� Eugene Botkin, Doctor
�� Olga Romanov, Grand Duchess
�� Tatiana Romanov, Grand Duchess
�� Marie Romanov, Grand Duchess
�� Anastasia Romanov, Grand Duchess
�� Alexei Romanov, Tsarevich
�� Alexandra Romanov, Tsarina
�� Nicholas Romanov II, Tsar

It’s 6:00 in the morning – and a nation dies
As the bodies are stripped naked and laid in the grass
In Koptyaki Forest, in the Ural District.

They are soaked in acid and gasoline
By the heroic murderers.
Then, illuminate the woods –
Where no one may witness
The coming truth.

Hear now the words
Of Alexandra Romanov,
Awaiting their fate:

“The triumph of centuries past
Guards this palace.
Power glorious, imperial,
Shadows incorporeal.
No momentary guest shall drive away
The guests of ages past.
Stop! Never forget too long
Of the crown of the Tsar.
He will rise up soon, rise up terribly.
So, witnesses of the past,
Just as the gloom appears –
The mirrors whisper the word –
The coming truth.”



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