“tourism is sin - travel on foot is virtue”

(for Werner Herzog)

someone said I Won’t Give A Drop Of Gasoline To A Yankee

and so it was up to the poets to keep the country together

knowing that our physical destiny is to walk

he walked

he walked to her deathbed to ask her the question

he walked the border of Germany until he collapsed

and by then he knew that death is hereditary

but he wanted to hold the country together

without the instruments of cowards

and wished he could fly

wondered why we didn’t hold God accountable for that

wondered why loneliness would stop at nothing

and somehow made it to her deathbed doorstep

she was very busy dying

but found herself cursed

and couldn’t not breath

You Are Free To Die he said

and three weeks later she died

and when asked if he was sad

he knew he’d never seen an undignified farmer

so all he said was Well Lived

Well Died