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Zywa Feb 20
To welcome vagrants

is difficult, you're afraid –


they'll smear the carpet.
“Totalité et Infini” (“Totality and Infinity”, 1961, Emmanuel Levinas)

Collection "Truder"
Zywa Nov 2018
I am bored, but the view
of the city at night
is beautiful, still

too hot to sleep or count
the skyscrapers, the stacks
of illuminated windows

My hand waves goodnight
Would anyone be looking at me?
I squint my eyes

to peeping telescopes
then I cast them down again
to read a little, insights

I already had, but can not rhyme
right now, with the world
that keeps me awake

If only I could sleep, dream
of light towers in the desert
without being there myself
Collection “The migration”
Zywa Jan 2019
It was a narrow and dim place
his hand and arm brushed
skin over my skin

familiar and pleasant
as my love's:

how foreign is a foreigner
in an unguarded moment?

How many people could I
be intimate with if...

What differences turn people
into enemies, if it's not a problem
to be loved

by someone you don't know –
as if your eyes were closed

to prejudices, obstacles
and complicated circumstances

that don't stop anyone
who is young and in love
Collection “The Big Secret”
Zywa Jan 2019
High above the horses' corral, the sun
Cutting in the deserted streets
Shutters closed
No fighters and no smugglers
no silver diggers, no luck

Only angry eyes that have seen her
Men go around with clubs
they comb out all the houses
That angel has to leave

I pull her inside, next to my pounding heart
she kisses me until it is over, the dog is alert
and licks her hand, mama is working
dad drinks all day

We wait for the night
I will go with her
away from here, this is not my home
it is a grave, a hollow stone
on which my name never will be written
Tombstone, Arizona
(where the “Gunfight at the O.K. Corral” took place)

Collection "Bruises"
Zywa Aug 2020
You can, just do it

out of fear: welcome strangers –


into your own home.
Filoxenia (Hospitality), 2020, Andrea Voets in nrc.next

Collection "Actively passive"
Zywa Aug 2020
It is a fact, not a favour, to be born
outside a ghetto, wasteland or slum town:

no one should reprove me
for not having cultivated the field myself
not having paved the roads and eating fruit
from trees that I have not planted

It is a fact, no a fault, to be born
inside a ghetto, wasteland or slum town:

no one should reprove me
for having come here
on roads that I haven't paved
to work in other people's fields

and to eat the fruit
of trees that I have not planted
Joshua 24:13

Collection "From Sacred Scriptures”
Zywa Jul 2020
We swarm across the border
where the threshold was a wall
the guards are large-sighted
the farmers plow on

We push our way out of the cold
through the roses on the right, the lilies on the left
red and white the leaves
swirling behind us

We are many
more tomorrow
thunder rolls through the clouds
the children become restless

the parents get them home
on the way, they still glow
with freedom, at home
they close the doors

with infected hands
there is not enough soap
and not enough stock
to keep us at bay

We escape time and time again
nail open new houses
dive inside
and unleash a flood
Covid-19 pandemic, Social distancing

The virion enters the cell with an S-spike glycoprotein (spike-shaped protrusion)

Collection "Different times"
Zywa Feb 2020
A stranger passed by,

we had to watch him: he went –


where we dare not go.
“Iemand kwam onder ons” (“Someone came among us”, 1978, Frida Vogels)

Collection "Trench Walking"
Michael H Aug 2019
Your blue blood veins,
red, white, blue stains,
mind closed just like your borders.

Despite the wars,
the foreign and poor,
are given their marching orders.

Diversity,
you just don't see,
is what makes the world so great.

'The futures white, see',
'In good old Blighty',
you bleat as you close the gates.
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