Monday, 18 July 2011

On the Feldherrenhalle Steps

God you are my refuge into eternity! - Sophie Scholl's last words (attrib.)

The munkle and rattle of an early Munich tram
lurches me suddenly
to sombre meditations.

Awake! from dreaming in your comfortable inner space
you brother of dragons
you companion to owls.

Hesse and Bukowski explored their themes
living (or existing) in the present
is one.

In the practical world empathy may aid digestion
when dining with your enemy

Rationality will not save you.

Something important had to be done
apart from maximising efficiency

I went and got the data
Re-examined the reasoning
Un-positioned the present.

You can never say never
and you can never change
human nature.

One of them told me it was all a Boys Own adventure
dreamed up at the Hofbrauhaus
when they tanked-up on Teutonic philosophy
fuelled by an addiction
to frothy beer, potato stew
and Wagner

A kind of cosy camaraderie around long tables.

And then handily placed
that brace of proud, crowd facing lions
mounted atop the steps
waiting for the up-and-coming orator

Glorious inspiration hung with bollocks
the size of grapefruits

They should fall off according to Newton.

To Hell! with the all-seeing eye of the agnostic.

I turn and see the girl holding the white rose
standing in a slow dolorous light
frozen vacancy in her eyes.

Is that the rumble of thunder?
Strange amphigory of cirumstance!

Exiguous memory:
We will not be silenced.

Subversion to the proselyte!

God, you are my refuge into eternity!


gw2008, 2011
An earlier version of the above poem published in Genteel Messages and at the Recusant

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