My grandfather saw
  The cities in the coolant
  While forging the tools for your
  American Dream 

  Cold concrete limp
  His crutches against the wall
  The victory gardens
  That no one now grows 

  His crutches are moored to the shore 
  His garden now a middle name
  But I'll call you after work
  And we'll drive past the shop

  And they'll line up to place stones
  All over the Rhine 
  Where she taught him to swim