Some day–I have signs–a mortal storm
Is coming from the far north.
Everywhere is the smell of corpses.
The great killing begins.
The lump of sky grows dark,
Storm-death lifts its clawed paws;
All the lumps fall down,
Mimes burst. Girls explode.
Horses’ stables crash to the ground.
Not a fly can ecape.
Handsome homosexuals roll
Out of their beds.
The walls of houses develop fissures.
Fish rot in the stream.
Everything meets its own disgusting end.
Groaning buses tip over.
(Alfred Lichtenstein)
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- A Trouble-Making Girl (Alfred Lichtenstein Poems)
- Songs to Berlin (Alfred Lichtenstein Poems)
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