Cologne Cathedral
The Moon has fallen next to the Rhein
A block kneeling to water ;
black as the night`s eye
hard as a monk`s hand
scared as a buried knife
a trick with four views
This bird gasps and chokes feathers,
sick with stones
lost as a thousand years
This holy mud is lost in a dirty evening
As the trains pull across your face.
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