It’s all but shame now
The bottomless that feeds the other hand
And the spider webs that cement marriages of
Some men and women who spite each other
But veil their anger with a pretentious smile
But Nelleke
You and only you have vanished, completely
The nights have put a face on your savings
On all your denial of the wrong, to your mother
But! She who has birthed you knows you
Too well, too well enough to see the now
It sickens me down into my stomach, that
In a field where every wrong repeats itself
More than just twice, more than just twice
That you could shelter a war so warmly
Budgeting your tomorrow into someone
whose eyes are drunk, on another
And Nelleke
There are always new people to meet
Voices of new lovers needful of hearing, you
Must not starve on a lover’s leftover disease
And make your heart one that improvises
For fear of what, a new beginning?
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