Lengths of wire, the brackish water has a barbed smile
Silently, like a dream, the mines drift
Like dinner plates back into the cupboard. Surreal moment:
On tiptoe where the world is sundering, and not a shot.
Reason, so long hounded, utterly fagged out, reaches
For some (any old) mistake ... The filthy bandage bursts.
Neon signs invade to centre stage. REJOICE
BERLIN, too soon. Blow now, nor' easter, hard.

translated by David Constanine