Four euro kebabs.

Eyes wide on Eisenbahn; night steel, grinding as a street-ensemble,
alfresco tables, with deutsch murmur; a foreigner drifting in hunger,

the clasped dregs of a long summer; hähnchenfleisch, sliced, sauced,
cabbage, potato, lettuce— spread bread, stuffed into pyramidic tin,
clasped to the breast, chest, neon glints, gaudy bars, technicolour worlds afar.