Berlin 1986
At
the bottom of the wall,
the
wet ground.
Hearts hasbour grief.
Is
bitter cold.
The
moon dazzles
along
the wall.
Buildings are in mourning,
They
are dwelled out.
Besides
the wall
It's
standard:
Traces of grief
Harvest the storm.
Shadows on the wall,
Numb
the human kind.
Scriptures show grief.
Strong the foundation.
At
the Bottom of the wall
death
lurk around.
Signs
of grief.
Mimic
of misery.
Barbed wire, armoured barricades,
Soldiers, machine guns,
Concrete blocks, road barriers.
Tower
of tower rowed
In
sight of the death stripe.
I
cannot imagine,
What people do to themselves.
©1986
by Marcel Hermann
(D)
Übersetzung:D.Kalbitz
Foto © by K.H.Koll
