A Walk Through Munich

I walk through the city
apartment buildings,
government offices
built of marble,
sheathed in basalt,
which we tore out of cliffs
in Flossenburg, Mattausen, Lissa…
I look, I think:gasoline,
some hand grenades
a work detail,
and so, house after house,
street after street,
quarter after quarter,
one city after another,
like the ghetto in Warsaw;
as if this were a beautiful work of architecture:
above- the clear blue sky,
below- the burnt out walls.