Seeing a Prominent Local Politician in a Box at ‘Countess Maritza’, November, 1989 How unpleasant to see you, almost marring our evening A lightning conductor for disgust and rage Perched like a sour, glum, egg-bound parrot Above the lights and gaiety of the stage. But it does nothing for Kalman’s gentle memory To deign to notice your lugubrious presence at all In this joyous November, when, altogether elsewhere Thousands of hands tear down the Berlin Wall. And w…