New Town
after Ernst Stadler
The many little roads and cut-throughs
crossing our remorseless High Street
Finish in the countryside –
the countryside starts everywhere
So everywhere the sky pours in
a pinetree smell, a smell of shit.
Whichever way you go, our town’s
conclusion is the meadow grass.
The vista in the gaps between
our dumpy houses? – Hills
Overwhelmed with sun-struck vines,
vines making for the sun.
Above it all, the forest builds
a wide, black wall.
Our sandstone chapel blazes,
then it’s dark.
Evenings, when the factories close,
we crowd the High Street,
Dawdle down the middle of that road
or stop there,
Blackened by soot and oil,
to sniff the air,
Alive (like animals) even to the earth
beneath the tar
beneath our feet.
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