My poem ‘Berlin’ features in issue 95 of the The Frogmore Papers, out now.
It’s the melancholy of old Europe,
darling: the grungy rot
of vegetables on a street corner,
the busker at the station
with his electric harmonium.
At Eberswelder Strasse, the green
is fundamentally green
and the train rolls onwards
out of arthouse celluloid.