The stretch of Earth
which carried
those rails Eastward
stands empty now, empty
with lush green grass and white markings
ninety by forty-five meters
those Rails which brought me
and mine to death,
appear and Dissolve
with the Radiance of light speed
the White and Black ball
is practiced from side to side
heedless of steel and gravel
of screeching metal
of huge arches delineating
three massive platforms,
Only the Bright lights that allow
the players to Kick by night
are like those which forbade us to Run
Leaning against the Ruins of the Great Station
I watch the rails, there for me always
thunder of my Fate
and see a Football Field.
Anhalter Train Station Memorial, Berlin
