Room 40, Frustuckepension Caroline, Gudrunstraße 138, Wien 9


The courtyard tree swaying in the wind.
If the business is still going strong
how can you bear to die? If the space
owned is cleansed of failure, the walls
impeccably bare, the one tall tree reaching
beyond the courtyard roofs and so
catching the wind, how can anyone
bear to live? What is there to forget?

As if every block didn't proclaim a history,
the pink arches, the eagles with straight wings,
the world's savagery always ready.

Withered flowers.
You are rest. You are peace.