The terrorist in a cafe

The terrorist in a cafe As in Rilke?s falling autumn Somebody up there Is holding The earth up, the sky and the stars And all else from falling Except in the Leopold café Here bodies fall from behind A young man with rucksack Has other views, other... More

The terrorist in a cafe As in Rilke?s falling autumn Somebody up there Is holding The earth up, the sky and the stars And all else from falling Except in the Leopold café Here bodies fall from behind A young man with rucksack Has other views, other thoughts There is a gleam in his eye He likes bodies autumn-falling.  Less