HANGING GARDENS OF POETRY
25 Violenstraat, 30 May 2000
Two gardens down
this very afternoon
someone local
hanged themselves
heard the screaming
of the discoverer
rise up above
the fences
seldom before did I hear
such swearing
at a corpse, glass crashing
upholding the craze
causing J. and I
to rush to the front door
waiting for
police, ambulance
and wed seen this coming
the hearse of the wholesale
coffin company
just round the corner.
© Bart FM Droog, 2000
© translation
Willem Groenewegen, 2001