Adrenalin. <br />Berlin. At 3 a.m. <br />Location Checkpoint Charlie. <br />The sign says 'YOU ARE LEAVING...' <br />Yes, that is the big idea. <br />A piece of cake it is, <br />but not yet ours to swallow. <br /> <br />Yes, uniforms give me the creeps. <br />Intimidating. <br />Oozing power <br />and reeking <br />of the bayonet <br />designed for kidneys. <br /> <br />We should be right, <br />assurances sound hollow. <br />And tremors have to wait for other times. <br />Then 'Step inside', <br />a voice of razor sweetness. <br />Commands and lights and lie detector fun. <br /> <br />Now comes the captain. <br />Walks like Colonel Klink. <br />He whips his pistol out <br />to point the muzzle <br />at my left eye. <br />There is no time to worry, <br />wet your pants or cry, <br />the captain quietly says: <br />'You are a spy! ' <br /> <br />Shit! What a thing to say. <br />I reckon he is guessing, bluffing <br />or perhaps he knows as these guys do, <br />the most incredibly covert and secret stuff. <br />The problem is that everybody knew <br />that his authority to shoot <br />was good enough. <br /> <br />I stood my ground <br />and squeezed my anal sphincter <br />so tight that jaw and wisdom teeth <br />were grinding. <br />And he mistook <br />the brave expression <br />for defiance. <br />Of honest and well-founded origin. <br />And now he smiled. <br /> <br />'You're free to go <br />but tell me why you travel, <br />from East to West <br />at 3 AM so often? <br />'I cannot sleep at night', <br />I meekly said, he nodded. <br />And went to fry a bigger fish <br />waiting outside. <br /> <br />For: All those we did get out and those we couldn't.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-border-1962/
