Last Watchtower, Potsdamer Platz
By Alfie Shoyger
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She cowers there among the office
blocks, her hour shovelled up
and, scraping-knifed, devoured by
a taste that flips from sweet to sour.
Friendless, wilting, concrete flower.
Her rifle-petals glowered over
Mountain-Mauer, death strip, failure.
Her power was a bullet wound.
The dour bees who, seething at
Herr Adenauer’s jeans-clad buddies,
buzzed around the tower-stalk
and, left wings beating madly, scoured
their terrain, thought once to plough a
sting-tail, in a shower, through
your head. But now a chap can buy
his frau a coffee-maker here.
From “Disoccidented” by Alfie Shoyger:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Disoccidented-Alfie-Shoyger/dp/1999922859
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Like this one very much!
Like this one very much! Thought you had put the comma in a funny place before "left" then realised why (duh) I liked the knife scraping of time, too. And that what was a watchtower of communism is dwarfed by the blind growth of capitalism?
It is one of yours that is so like a painting
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