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Berlin<\/strong><\/p>\n I hear the pulse of rain blocks of concrete yellow clones.<\/p>\n A spacious forecourt at Bebelplatz Sketched on the remnants of the wall where every colour illuminates the loss of life.<\/p>\n The lost memories of the unknown dead <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Matt Duggan<\/strong> poems have appeared in The Seventh Quarry, Section 8, The Dawntreader, Roundyhouse, Apogee Magazine, Poetry Quarterly, Dwang 2, The Journal, Illumen, Yellow Chair Review, Jawline Review, Carillon, The Bitchin\u2019 Kitsch, Vagabonds, Lunar Poetry Magazine, The Screech Owl, Message in a Bottle, OF\/With, IANASP, The Stare\u2019s Nest, The Cobalt Review, Sarasvati, Expound, Ex-Fic, Trysts of Fate.<\/em> He had his first collection of poems published last year \u2018Making Adjustments For Life Expectancy<\/em>. Matt also created and hosts a spoken word evening at Hydra Bookshop in Bristol UK called Spoken Indulgence,<\/em> and is the editor of a brand new poetry magazine The Angry Manifesto<\/em>.\u00a0 Matt was shortlisted this year for the erbacce poetry prize 2015.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Berlin I hear the pulse of rain swallowing the echo of the U-Bahn, street of peeping blue towers, blocks of concrete yellow clones. A spacious forecourt at Bebelplatz bricked pale path of glass bookends, Germanic monument in turquoise stone like God\u2019s staring at a world yet born. Sketched on the remnants of the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9511","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9511","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9511"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9511\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9513,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9511\/revisions\/9513"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9511"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9511"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9511"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nswallowing the echo of the U-Bahn,
\nstreet of peeping blue towers,<\/p>\n
\nbricked pale path of glass bookends,
\nGermanic monument in turquoise stone
\nlike God\u2019s staring at a world yet born.<\/p>\n
\nmetal skeleton of a green communist car,
\neach touch of paint a bead to struggle,<\/p>\n
\nare scattered like origami angels,
\nlife is a candle that flickers and burns
\nunder paper made crosses\u00a0 of unknown names.<\/p>\n