Haberfeldtreiben

a poem about Bavaria

a brook of paint and cardboard,

batch of legs, bells and rings;

running torso of burnt faces,

teeth and horns black with hair,

spit of the night and cold stars;

they have rented justice with

rhymes that fall like stones,

words dark over fields

ist des wahr ? ja, wahr ist

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

intense horrors just keep happening...and is our inaction to blame?

i believe there is so much apathy in the world now...the good must stand up and fight...
kids here in America, who have been silent for so long...have a purpose...all the gun violence, mass school shootings...they are saying "enough is enough"---we all have to do that.
powerful words in this poem.
j.