Stuck in Vienna for two weeks watching CNN every night


Of course we inhabit decisions not made by us
or anyone we can trace, decisions threaded into
the streets and forests from impossible distance

Forget Vietnam, forget Thursday
day to day, door to door
bomb first forget later

Walk the streets, drifted children,
dust of burning villages on your shoes
walk the forests, learn to die

In this house
Franz Schubert wrote
An die ferne geliebte baby
where did our love go?

And these clean streets
not made by us, this
integral distance.