Berlin 1

How many times have I died in a dream?
How many faces viewed on a screen?

I see boys, poised in the frame
Ready to travel, to labour in vain.
And boys, poised, in uniform, with wine
Smiling and waving and looking so like...
The beauties in the frame static beneath clouds being gods.

My head and body, smudged and smeared, need air.

Outside: wall.