Saturday, January 03, 2009

berlin, june 1945

Berlin, June 1945.
The city eroded by bombs
And the bricks are snarled
In pools at the feet
Of passersby in three-button suits.
It’s a pageant of naked plaster
And there comes a question
Of how we get food now.
Someone checks the time
On a Rolex worth two
Of these less gently used city blocks.
Five o’clock.
Things were looking up.

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