Thursday, June 4, 2020

welcome to ehrenberg

We filed quietly onto the open grass
Dawn calls first dimly down
violent at the ramparts
somber in the first and jade fingertips
I like to remember.

Drenched in felt
swallowed 
as the sun stricken in stone
each of us alcoves alone  
smoked and
silent as no ember

badges at our breast
elite and numberless
as the the foxtails 
chests full of thistles and florets.
Sure as the burs on the bull in the heather

as the pride of all our savior fathers
as the flood of the love
shoulder to knees
for our daughters and mothers
and lovers back home

to whom we'd sacrifice anything
or ourselves dive readily
drop like alkaloids out of the ether
black as a sun behind the ramparts
I like to remember.

Some rumored us cloven statesmen
or barons 
in town they ruled apartheid
Some said we came from the forest 
others 
smugglers from the lower rhine

Gamma rushed first
Delta thrice behind
The hairs on my neck stood
when they met the north wall
circling down over the open side

The rest we went west to find
A straggler or a visitor
a naive or a slave 
however meek 
however blind

We filed quietly into the vacant halls
Zeta calls first, a grim sound
Violent in the silence and somber
It was a disappointment
I like to remember.

There had been a coup
And the dissenters we believed
had come here to pray
I put my hands in my pockets 
anstatt hof watching walked away

the only remaining occupant 
was a hanging bolshevik 
wrong castle, wrong day