This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Fürth i. WaldThere are seagulls inland, extensive flooding
and a grey sky. A tractor stalled in midfield
between two goals. Mammoth sawmills collecting trees
and pulping them for furniture and wallpaper . . .
These strips of towns, with their troubled histories,
they are lost in the woods like Hansel and Gretel.
Counters at peace-conferences, they changed hands
so often, they became indistinguishable, worthless.
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