Remember what it was like to write poetry,
You, my muse, over that city gloom.
All I dream about now is Germany’s redemption;
and how I’m thinking I’ll take you there some day.
When I’m an officer in the US Navy, I’ll be stationed just outside of Munich,
sending postcards at first, and telling my tales of obscure barrooms, filled
to the brim with magical beings and flailing lips screaming, “Gerade ein mehr getränk!”
This is how I want to remember you,
my living, breathing piece of Germany.
To hold forever,
in my arms.