The Dragon – Der Drache

Back in June, 1991 I wrote a poem. I must admit that I haven’t thought of it in years. Now, however, it suddenly has a painful relevance again. Here’s the voice of my 21 year-old self: The DragonA tremour runs through the groundMaking the trees murmur in anxious foreboding.Their whisper rises to a violent roarUnder„The Dragon – Der Drache“ weiterlesen