Lily Marlene was her name, <br />her voice a mix of love and smoke. <br />Me drawn to her like moths to flame <br />out on the sidewalk drunk and broke. <br />Just in the nick of time the bell <br />of the Charlottenburg town crier <br />alerted me, I rushed to tell <br />my love to her, but then the fire <br />of busted gas mains had involved <br />the Pub and all the people in it, <br />they were, like me, so soon engulfed <br />to die, it took just one long minute.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-lily-marlene/
