BERLIN
Never known such isolated
Friendships. The balladeer
Lonely for the strictures of the poor
Became silent. The filmmaker
Embracing new found fame cooked
Simple eggs for evening meals. Ate
Five course breakfasts almost on his own.
A mountaineer, used to the cold wars
Of heights and valleys, slipped off
Into the dead shots. The dying result
Of nervous teenagers shooting people
For politicians.
Inside another type of wall I knew two sides
Were isolated from me by my concrete non-position.
Islands of water-green make for wrecked islands.
Repopulated but isolated. One fears the dispossessed.
Copyright © Hayden Murphy 1995/2001