old city sewer—you too can be the centre of an empire
penal colony—a mezzo-soprano singswith deep conviction
real or royala triple-peaked hillspears the heart
I am a camerabidding goodbye to Berlin—cabaret night
from Robben Islanda white tablecloth lies drapedover apartheid
blossom clouds—do the bells sound from Edoor Tokyo?
Moscow—a metonymyof means
river of grace—blessed are the favelasunder outstretched arms