this
old music
from my childhood
they
had a
war on too
glittering
High Renaissance
it seems now
between
the first
and second cup
ruins
i have
dragged boot across
they
thought we
would visit stars
stars
our children
shall be serfs
this
passionate music
to be free
warm
in my
hands the cup
empty
the dark
and the cars
all
the same
movies but sharper
