Remembering Las Vegas / Erinnerung An Las Vegas

Translated from German by Iain Galbraith

suddenly we could hear it.

in the pause between applause and the piece that followed —
in that brief lull, vast and still, the desert:
suddenly we could hear it.

high above the theatre hung
the rusting colt of the moon in its holster.
limos glided past without a sound —
stretch labyrinths in white.

the chill shark-eyes of those swimming-pools …
to this day, with our eyes closed, we see
the neon ads and coloured lights of a town
that blinks and blinks to ward off sleep.

the night is in us.

~ Jan Wagner