awaken,

to the spooling thread

of a blackbird’s raga

gravity loosens and

Berlin floats – just a little

just off the Ku’damm

a corporate glass palace

with outdoor aviary

squawks and fireworks of

green and red, caged

and displayed as trophies.

did the birds

of East and West

sing different songs?

can walls ever

constrain the birds?

that moment when

subterranean shackles

are shattered and

the S-Bahn explodes

into light.

drifting back from

the bauhaus-archiv

having just read

of the stormtroopers

arriving on 11th April 1933

the bauhaus is closed

but minds and ideas

continue to expand

Tiergarten

I

In the old hunting forest

under the gaze of

the golden angel

quietness and stillness

mute graffiti bunker

I could be the last

person on earth

II

footprints in

the children’s sandbox

a trace of presence

a presence of absence

III

the open-air museum

of street lamps

a chronology of gas

technology and progress

a timeline

illuminating a history

of human darkness.

IV

her skull shattered

and a bullet in the head

Rosa sinks under

the dark water of the

Landwehr canal

her flickering flame

snuffed out

distant sparks kindle…

V

blue stars are pushing through

but today huddle for warmth

blackbirds, finches,

and a leering zoo

hyena for company.

Now playing: Einstürzende Neubauten  – Strategies Against Architecture III (1991 – 2001).

This post was re-published with the kind permission of the The Fife Psychogeographical Collective, who specialise in field trips and wanderings in liminal spaces, mapping the interstices of past, present and possible. You can follow them on Twitter here.