Poem
Volker Braun
The Hill of the Dead
Ceasar wathed from his tumulusThe distant sea battle Barbarian ships the maker of history
Sweating with fear After that is was a quetsion
Of sheer courage and billhooks
Ripping down the yards and the leather sails
BELLUM GALLICUM the usual Gulf War
Played out before the eyes of the land army on the cliff top cinema
And the sudden drop in the wind
And that´s how empires are made / I´ve seem them fall
Perched on his bones the Führer´s bunker
Grotewohlstrasse in the other Germany
The surprising onshore wind in the corridors
History blinks its eyes not to be blinded
Reeling THE DANCE ON THE WALL
The wall peckers with their little hammers
The Volksarmee looking on the army of the unemployed
One minute of my time
DER TOTENHÜGEL
DER TOTENHÜGEL
Cäsar sah fern vom TumulusDer Seeschlacht zu Barbarenschiffe Angstschweiß
Eines Großen der Geschichte macht Es kam dann
Auf die Tapferkeit an und Sichelstangen
Die die Rahen herunterrissen samt den Ledersegeln
BELLUM GALLICUM der gewohnte Golfkrieg
Vor den Augen des Landheers im Küstenkino
Und die Windstille
So entstehen Weltreiche / Ich sah sie fallen
Auf seinen Knochen stehnd dem Führerbunker
Grotewohlstraße im anderen Deutschland
Der überraschende Landwind in den Korridoren
Ein Lidschlag der Geschichte gegen die Verblendung
Taumelzaudernd DER TANZ AUF DER MAUER
Die Mauerspechte mit den kleinen Hämmern
Die Volksarmee sah zu das Heer der Arbeitslosen
Eine Minute in Meiner Zeit
From: Tumulus
Publisher: Suhrkamp Verlag,
Publisher: Suhrkamp Verlag,
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The Hill of the Dead
Ceasar wathed from his tumulusThe distant sea battle Barbarian ships the maker of history
Sweating with fear After that is was a quetsion
Of sheer courage and billhooks
Ripping down the yards and the leather sails
BELLUM GALLICUM the usual Gulf War
Played out before the eyes of the land army on the cliff top cinema
And the sudden drop in the wind
And that´s how empires are made / I´ve seem them fall
Perched on his bones the Führer´s bunker
Grotewohlstrasse in the other Germany
The surprising onshore wind in the corridors
History blinks its eyes not to be blinded
Reeling THE DANCE ON THE WALL
The wall peckers with their little hammers
The Volksarmee looking on the army of the unemployed
One minute of my time
From: Tumulus
The Hill of the Dead
Ceasar wathed from his tumulusThe distant sea battle Barbarian ships the maker of history
Sweating with fear After that is was a quetsion
Of sheer courage and billhooks
Ripping down the yards and the leather sails
BELLUM GALLICUM the usual Gulf War
Played out before the eyes of the land army on the cliff top cinema
And the sudden drop in the wind
And that´s how empires are made / I´ve seem them fall
Perched on his bones the Führer´s bunker
Grotewohlstrasse in the other Germany
The surprising onshore wind in the corridors
History blinks its eyes not to be blinded
Reeling THE DANCE ON THE WALL
The wall peckers with their little hammers
The Volksarmee looking on the army of the unemployed
One minute of my time
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