. . . WHERE AFTER THE TOWN Poem by Elke Erb

. . . WHERE AFTER THE TOWN



the land lay bare, train
trekking scot-free along the river

and, a notch to the side, across the whole width
the long straight lonely bridge

under which will pass on the left
Brno 5:40 to Hamburg-Altona 15:40:

the mind fell silent
self-love at an end

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