Everything comes back to haunt us
one day the boy you beat
up a long time ago
stands before you in the street car
he is like you now around
sixty his hair thin like
yours generally he looks
like you moves like
you as he approaches you
walks past gets off
at the next stop
that was it you turn
after him and note
the stop and tomorrow
you will forget it
Translated from the German by Francesca Bell