Posts tagged ‘Port Bou’

26/01/2013

Walking to Walter Benjamin’s Grave (Walk No. 8)

 

These fossilised, volcanic screams

They marked the very edge of life.

One side: the town with bullet holes.

The other: gravestones marble bleached.

 

And where the trains came rumbling through

The weight of Europe bowed the fence,

A force unseen which broke the necks

Of every dove that ever crossed.

 

And dancers lost their footing there,

And slumped into the waiting tombs,

And poets closed their pocket books,

And burnt their evidence of dreams.

 

The morphine killed the pain and fear,

But hope has ways to keep you here.

 

 

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