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Hermannplatz,
. on your wide cement shore run aground the dislocated beings,
. at the foot of the lift
.
Hermannplatz,
. the dogs bark under the sun
. winter in your underground
.
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
.
Hermannplatz,
. they drink to your alive ugliness
.
. The central square’s concrete right angles
. show under the snow
.
. Human faces leave your burrow,
. enter,
. cross you
. feed the great fire of your heart
.
Hermannplatz,
. to your alive ugliness !
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