Monday 30 September 2019

Maarten Mourik: 'Wanneer ik dood ben'

When I am dead

When I am dead
do not inter me in a windmill,
not in an orange orchard
and absolutely not beneath the
sand of the arena, no,
when I am dead, inter me
in your heart; then I shall not
become the prey of some white beast
and not for ever be interred
but slowly shall evaporate.

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