South Berlin – Hermannplatz

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Hermannplatz,

.                           on your wide cement shore run aground the dislocated beings,

.                           at the foot of the lift

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Hermannplatz,

.                            the dogs bark under the sun

.                            winter in your underground

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Hermannplatz,

.                           where come and shatter their masters, stiff neck, pitted skin,

.                          in the fineries of our times : in jeans, in leather,

.                                                                                  in shades of black

.    I see their silhouettes lying down in neon lights sarcophagi

.   a bottle in one hand,

.   like babies

.   until the end of time

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Hermannplatz,

.                          they drink to your alive ugliness

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.    The central square’s concrete right angles

.    show under the snow

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.    Human faces leave your burrow,

.    enter,

.    cross you

.    feed the great fire of your heart

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Hermannplatz,

.                            to your alive ugliness !

 

 

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