weeks of frantic motion -- petrol veins of europe pumping
through scratchy acid-bitten transparent winter trees
through brownish haze that makes a ghost of the horizon
i'm rushing after some ever-receding destination

    berlin tonight
    table-dancing in black tights
    waving a silver crutch in the blue lights
    shapechanging over glass
    on the front line of the last gasp

green shoots of winter wheat and patches of snow
russian walks dog in saxon field
from the top of a solitary tree like the one on the flag of lebanon
unblinking eye of hawk follows traffic on the autobahn

tank convoy winds down smokestack valley
pround chemical pennants wave against the sky
turret gunner laughs when i throw up my hands
i'm all glasses and grin to him under my "commie" fur hat

    berlin tonight
    table-dancing in black tights
    waving a silver crutch in the blue lights
    shapechanging over glass
    on the front line of the last gasp

(2 GERMANIES, 2/85)