I was born a German,
descending from a window
to freedom
below, in the streets

I’ve never; been to Germany,
although I read it,
or, seen blood spill
from the roots
and across being.

I never spoke or asked to go home
but found my own way.
By the stream I never bathed
in, to cleanse my soul or voice —————-

Cold icy blue
I have no heritage
to believe in, no tradition to blame
the answers on in this
slow digging under stone
and mortar that runs deep.