SNOWFLAKES ON THE LAGERSTRASSE
AN IMPOSSIBLE BEAUTY MASKING SUFFERING.
IN ANOTHER TIME AND PLACE
THE SNOW COVERED TREES WOULD BECKON CHILDREN.
HERE THEY STAND IN FROZEN SOLITUDE.
THERE ARE NO FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW
NO ONE WANDERS HERE
NO CAROLS SHATTER THE SILENCE
NO LAUGHTER PENETRATES THE PREGNANT AIR.
DON’T WALK TOWARDS THE FIRE TO WARM YOURSELF
DON’T IMAGINE SANTA DESCENDING THE CHIMNEYS
THEY BELLOW ONLY THE ASHES OF THE DEAD
MIXING SICKLY WITH THE FALLING FLAKES.
A WINTER COAT IS A PORNOGRAPHIC DREAM
A TASTE OF FOOD AN OBSCENE LUXURY.
YOU’RE NOT BEING LED TO THE GROTTOS
DREAMS ARE NOW CREAKING TOMBS.
NO MERRY CHRISTMAS
AND INTO THE SHOWERS…