Time Traveler Poem by Hans Heiner Buhr

the blocks of sticky seconds
dried up the road of rocks and hope
side horses carry ax and wood
fiber cables batteries Nokia phones

a trader of intel the depressions are a plus
that knowledge made him numb and slow
grit noise booty slippy gravel
straight up the path to former Zemkale

documents, passports, bribe in place
the fresh Yen on USB are hype
that fat face fixed on png
with the swollen eyes of dust and fires

this fine line of now and no
that August the official border was none
as time was stopped
the goods could run

13.3.2017