Oct 20 2007
a building site
A building Site
On weed cleared bed of earth light bulbs
grew… fifteen watts green blue and
shocking pink, one of the worker’s had
a male lover.
In a corner a hundred watt’s shone without
mercy, blinding butterflies, but gave stage
light to a pair of muddy shoes thrown
away by an artless person who didn’t see
that Günter Grass had made them.
A tramp took pity took the boots, a boy
threw a stone knocked out the offensively
hundred watt bulb, lesser bulbs sighed cast
a mellow glow and enjoyed themselves.
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