Colorful Poem by Marion Poschmann

Children sloshing, tea in cups, in their parents' hands.
Underhandedly the love of the fatherland grows cold, exercises the
art of guardianship, power over words, conversations with the dead. Prescribes
recreation: on every streetlight a loudspeaker.
It's still the same: all state public holidays
are spent in the park.

Sanitary green. Zones of influence for urban forests. Air hygiene.
The durability of a park depends on turbidity.
Deco-green. Planting programme. Bouncy castle with penguins.
Plastic trees glittering in the pleasure sector, and once more
what is seen is greater than what is thought. Masked animals in
elegies. Elites. Elysium.

Attached to the arms of small girls
rabbit and princess balloons come before an
unreally powerful something called common sense,
red stars spin and dive, urging to the sun. On the long string
a tank, very shiny, original thought bobbing
at the height of the bushes.

Translation Catherine Hales