The Visit
by Armend Sauersbosch
10-06-2022
Written in Frankfurt am Main
I
stray through trashed streets
The stink of urine, gasoline, and trash burning in my nose
My ears violated by the noises
Cars passing, foreigners yelling
Concrete under my feet
No tree in sight- no mountains at the horizon
A dying city, I smell decay in its breath I stop to rest my weary body
Everything is desecrated here
Then I see it-
Flapping its black wings with its scrawny porous feathers
It lands on a metal lamppost
I can see how it has been getting eaten by this city, just like me
As I lock eyes with the raven he asks me:
What are you doing in this place?
In turn I ask him:
What are you doing here if you have wings?