The titans cry giant tears

as they put their bare shoulders

Underneath the balconies

where the handsome

youngsters smoke.

Even in the rain

they sit

in woven chairs

And their manicured fingers

turn yellow

from the French tobacco


Copper snakes

won't save you

when it starts to rain

and the youngest of the knights

of the Charles Bridge

is throwing the sword into the river.

The gate is open

save your



the Dresden gallery