English Gedichte

Capital B

Wasserspiele / Hatchery

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CAPITAL B

Belgrade
is a state
of being
that is far
behind the times,
be it cars
or be it rhymes.
Belgrade
is not up to date.

Belgrade
has the fate
of seeing
things in ways
that are far out,
be it waves
or be it photons.
Belgrade?s
seen the light.

Belgrade
was a hated
city,
was a show and tell
for evil,
be it war crimes,
be it sure signs
of the things that lurk in hell.
Belgrade was
beyond the pale.

Belgrade
will be feted
as a city
that was hated,
yet that manged
to evade the fate
of becoming capital of
a failed state.
Belgrade
will prevail.

Belgrade
will have created
its future,
as a wound
creates a suture
– cities are
like loons:
When diving
for the full moon,
they rise to the bait
sometimes too soon,
sometimes too late.

There is no fate,
that is,
unless
you think
otherwise.

Cities are living beings,
that is,
unless
we live
elsewhere.