Lenin, to leaven his exile in Zurich,
would sometimes weekend in Luzern and,
after kalberwurst with onions and gravy
at the Wilden-Mann on Bahnhofstrasse,
would always visit the Panorama
in the Löwenplatz – or so it is said.
Panoramas were popular before
the illusion of photography,
still or moving, became reality.
They were cycloramas painted in oil,
typically fifteen metres high, one hundred
metres in circumference – often
with a three dimensional aspect:
in this case,