GŁnther Grass,†16 October 1927 – 13 April 2015

In memoriam


gŁnther grass in the field

gŁnther grass talking
lines of poetry
alone in a field of dreams
i stumble into the dream
we sit down and drink beers

i understand now
it is not what is being said
but that something is being said

we go into the room of games
let’s turn them
into stories about zen
where there is nothing
people will see something
& shapes of nothing are cool

i return with gŁnther
to the field in the dream
he’s still talking lines of poetry
it’s not words but memories
of forgotten nightmares
behind the tin drum
was shadow of ss panzer
it was once & real
clanking hulls of steel spraying death
in the times of
mind-rape of the children

gŁnther is persona-non-grata
in another garden of angry men
but in the dream
we hug the old ojibway
who knows how dreams
can mellow the past

Dix Sandbeck 2012