Action by: Josh Wilson
Date(s) - 03/02/2017
ACTION: READ THIS POEM BY JOSH WILSON
In the cold city full of light and joy, littered with political architecture, low, massive, impenetrable, abandoned, fallow, burned and rebuilt.
Wurst in the train station where I
Bought postcards they were all of the
Fire of 1939 and of the Wall
The ruins of which I stood upon
Oh times change
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