Munich in Brittany

Munich in Brittany
The moon every night
speaks of war, the broken
decor of a world without
my homeland, fatherland
destroyed, the bluest eyes
of God, weeping

and tomorrow the rain
will come, the curtain falling
and every man’s heart will
swell into flame, the moon a
woman who leaves and leaves
each man alone

©Ionwhite

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