There is no poetry

 

so actually
we didn’t drown him

just threw his ashy remains
out over the all absorbing sea

not knowing what else to do
except for singing a little song

which we couldn’t do properly
which we couldn’t do
which we couldn’t

not even a song
he would like

just a picture of the scene

for the singing was no good
at all

 

I.M. Nico Krabbendam
16 12 1956 – 24 12 2007

 

 

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Adriaan Krabbendam (Tunis, 1955) is antiquary, profound sleeper, doctor of the unknown, coachman of relations between the chthonic and the restricted human role in disasters, beachcomber laureate, firm simpleton, now and at the hour of our death, factotum of cities and landscapes, world without end

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