What’s the story, Ludwig?
Have you found a perfect
View? What did you have
For supper last night? & did
The swans tow your body to
Sleep? What did you find in
The gothic skylines above
Your wooden wagerian bed?
Could you go once fantasy
Faded? Did you hear music
In the reconstructions of
Tristan & isolde on the walls?
Upon which bridge did your
Sad life end & was that man
Present there to take your
Picture? Did the railings fail?
Could you see that waterfall
Between the planks, behind
Your footsteps? Did you land
Safely in the spruce? & do the
Pines support your weight? &
Do the swans know your name?
& what will become of those
shining door handles, forever
cocked like loaded pistols? What
is the time there & what are
you wearing? Are the palace
corridors cold? When will it be
finished, your collosal tribute?
Will they allow you to grow old?
