Housing shortage
A code of law, a man,
they do what they can
but heaven,
what is made of it.
There has never been so much cracking.
Who looks away, looks on,
watching the next
homeless flight
in a system that itself
hollows out from within,
misery unfolds
about the city.
Living is a right, it has been said
but straight can also be crooked
along the shifted Rhine,
where only one sighs.
mayor, mother,
don’t let your child choke,
lick one’s own wounds;
do something anyway.