Gelsenkirchen Poem by Michael Lentz

Gelsenkirchen



an elder lady a walker crutch
streetside curb and whitish pigeon
there rolls the walker on along old woman
and with her shoe bad to foot
will set to work there
and then turn to the left
and tipped over once to the right
the hollow swallow, and soon
flies are in
oh oh!
kaput
nah, really no
over the bridge the train does race
over the bridge a train is racing
and then?

Translated by Brian Currid

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