GUNTER GRASS' DAY
(1927-2015)

From bitterness
at his own Party loyalties
briefly carrying a suitcase
of blank verse
in Nazi and Stasi luggage
amid the crude language
of silence and defiance
at his own bitterness
of the brown- red shirt age
shows no change
in any artsy metamorphosis
from an expressionless century
of a rudely stated envy
from any political extremity
in a contest of a Nietzchean will
beating up upon a fluency
from a Manichean over kill
in an inflated German currency
from a psychosis thrill
which in a cut -throat tongue
in a canard of a hung over time
crashes  and cashes
in a stock market plunge
leads to the humanity of crime.