You wandered through the grass
on which snow grew
A unicorn wobbled over the fence
The wren cried “Alarm”
No sun, only the moon

Then Bernhard came round the corner
A fast runner he was
But slow in old age
With heavy books in his sack
Salzburg is not my favourite city

In fact I hate Salzburg
That bloated confectioner’s little town
With the wretched violin teacher
And the beautiful English teacher
Lessons paid for by my grandfather

The teacher, shortly before the English lesson,
Was struck by an aerial bomb
It was the autumn of 1944
Yet everyone thought the confectioner’s town
Was of no interest to the bombers

I owe you nothing