Monday, January 9, 2017

Rob Schackne Poems #4 - Peter Falk

Peter Falk

                                 "These people are extras...extra humans."

                                   Wings of Desire (1987)


A single tree grows out of a lake
Primordial. By fog and silence
Quiet water. Water as cold as it gets.

Winter in Berlin. Bombs were dropped
An old man walks through a wasteland
His Potsdamer Platz still can't be found.

A pre-war car is taken out for a drive
Every sector has its own hard border
A schoolgirl waits for a john by the road.


Doubles and ghosts, the clowns don't speak
The clowns try on hats, sky and heaven
Lies, if you didn't have it, you would miss it.

Charivari. A trained goat walking a barrel
Their last performance free for the kids
They race into the ring to get their balloons.

This one is for those who wished they were alive
This one is for all the evil places in the world
This one is for the poets in the cold.

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