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