Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










by Ulrike Almut Sandig

when the loudspeakers are silent, the spotlights
are dimmed, when the sound of the last chorus
has died away behind the scenes of history

when the actors’ uniforms have been hung up
and the cleaners have gone home, when the
auditorium stands quiet in the half-light

that’s when you get back up on the stage
and say after me: the whole thing was not
real. and no one here came to any harm.

say after me: the whole thing was not STOP