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Zywa
Poems
Aug 22
Well, dying
Well, I may drown
freeze to death overnight
under a tree, just
grow numb or be lucky
and get a place
to sleep in the shelter
under the hundred beds blanket
with a head hole for each
comfortably warm together
But even then, this morning
my neighbour didn't wake up
at the first, second and third gong
Floundering he went up
when the blanket was hoisted
Under the beams he hung still
a skinny body - we watched
and for a half we each fenced
an incense stick
Poem "Het nachtasyl te Hang Tsjow" ("The night shelter in Hangzhou", 1930, Jan Slauerhoff)
Collection "WoofWoof"
#fate
#death
#nightshelter
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