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I look out from my windowThe Necropolis greets meWith an eyesore of sunshine The morning in Glasgow isSometimes bright I see it and think back*An meine Zeit in Frankfurt N- and I sat on the train back From a weekend in WeimarTraumatised by the KZ in BuchenwaldWhere people like us *Minderwertige Rassen zugehören We sawContinue reading “Between homes abroad”

Not that I like to, just that I have toBus through Glasgow, enduringThe rattles of motion sickness, As the change of commuters Shake the bus as a piggy bank.I turn up my headphones But cannot turn down the smell ofSmokers, stoners and homes withoutDryers. Mouldy clothes waft throughThe aisles of the bus. I try mindMyContinue reading “Bussing in Glasgow”