Matthew Christopher

Rookie (December 28,1989 / Kingston, Ontario)

Trabant (Dieser Film Breuht Auf Einer Wahren Geschichte) - Poem by Matthew Christopher

The Trabant leaves its cramped garage,
it leaves behind a small pool of colour.

Headlights,
Streetlamps cut the mist that hurts its rusted shell.
Smoke rises from its hood.

It's early,
the streets are empty.

Freedom comes at an incredible cost.
Roads, sidewalks too are expensive.

To the countryside! to the Autobahn!
To the open road and the cliff's edge!
where the air is dry and the crowd waits waiving flags.

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  • Martin O'Neill (4/5/2012 4:55:00 PM)


    A true story then? I never drove a Trabbie, they always looked and sounded like clatterbugs to me. Were you in Germany when the Wall came down? I was a soldier then but based in the UK.
    I patrolled the Wall once in the early 80's when it was still intact and full of hate, spite and fear. The rain dropping off the wire made me think of tears.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 4, 2012


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