Jan 29, 2010

On the Eve of Christmas Day

So he brought up the Nazis and he brought up the guilt and he brought up
generations over beer
and over bratwurst and he brought up the difference so we asked
about his wife
she is my star not my wife so we brought up the difference
and he brought up
the shame and I look out the window of the train to Salzburg
without bringing up my day
without bringing up Dachau without bringing up our visit
but he brought up the Jews
and he severed the ideas and I asked about community and now the hills
they start to roll
as we slide into the alps and he brought up boats in Venice and he said there,
there is community
and now the ground is white with snow and he brought up peace
and he brought up
our president and he said thank god for that man and now all the roofs
are red brown
and all the walls are white and he brought up at the table
where we shared
all those cheers he brought up all the history that is still
just on his heels
and he brought up all the shadows there's always shadows where you kill
and now the mountains
start to climb and there nestled is the clouds and he brought up reputation
and he brought up marzipan
and I am dying to be open and he brought up what is right in the shadows
of the Reich
and he brought up the difference this old socialized physician and now
we cross a river
and we brought up just the surface in that old beer hall in Munchen
on the eve of Christmas day.

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