to carve out in the empty platz
a bit of heat grounded and grounding

i had forgotten warmth
in this country where we
were comfortably trying to forget

what we said we would forsake
and if-when that happens then

would we proceed how
you ask were asked to put
your uniform back on
it was time for war
it’s always time   for
war   a war was on

it was not going well
we went on about
the heizungskosten
as we kept warm

i felt i could find something pliant
in your eyes that fragile blue of
boyhood your boyish wish

to be cruel i admired your resolve
when does money turn to filth swift
and sown of a sow i believed

you better than the ears scattered on
your underheated floor amid the vuitton
bags hidden beneath the day’s groceries
we wanted all the same another sip

of champagne i would want you to protect
me i would want a source of nourishment
not made of ears they are everywhere

we march over them as they detract
from our fun they have been made
into a mountain of rubble upon which
we sit and drink more bubbles we are
on you but cannot see you open
your purse i say open it now