Still Missing You Poem by Birgit Bunzel Linder

When you died
there was still a mass
production of filigree
in the sky

When you died
monkeys still rattled in
over a billion cages
of the heart

When you died
two copper plates still
switched places
behind Calabria hills

When you died
birds still beat
their Vitruvian wings
toward south

When you died
the poltergeist from Rosenheim
leapt like lightning
into the dark

of my heart screaming
swinging on drenched lamps
twisting images
out of their frames

swaying a sword
to slash me sharply
with the rumor of
“Once in a life”

Since you died,
I am a button lost,
and the thread
is still twitching.