Previously published in takahē
KU'DAMM CORNERJanuary 1990 A swell of tourists breaks against the largest electronic billboard in the world drawn by the Mercedes star, its heavenly influence over the hollow church tiding them down the immaculate way. They surge on, unaware that under their crisp heels the earth is still gelatinous with blood. At the corner, vaporous fingers reach through the gutter grilles and touch their nostrils, exciting them to be here.
HOHENZOLLERNDAMMOctober 1988 The rabbit was sudden dead in the beam too fast for more than a reflex jerk of the wheel. The usual bump, pang of regret rear vision glance to check gravel dust smoking the screen, a strobe of poles across the Mackenzie. The still white tail reflected orange sodium, signs for Schultheiss beer. Next day it was scavenged clean by the bristled claws of Turkish sanitaries. Or had it been an imaginary death a fracture in translating expectations? Outside the studio that night Wild pigs came from the forest.