The Mainzer Landstraße

Devours *Ruhe like eagles Prometheus. She screams as traffic enters and existsHer organs now entrails, tossed into pieces.Most people are deaf to the daily sloshing of her flesh.They honk and shout, throwing bottles about, As if Ruhe was never here. Especially on rainy days, I am uneasySeeing her tears wiped by windshieldsInto flooded gutters andContinue reading “The Mainzer Landstraße”