verscheen
op 21 maart 1968
in het tijdschrift
HAND
some premature things are
in this world
written by the deaf-mute
and their words are naked
under angry-looking trees
some overworked birds
full of sensitive desire
whistle while they hear
nothing senseful
in this world
of wide-open-looking wings
some distrusted dogs
barking disappointed
in this world
dark and dying
out of which their music
sounds like the deaths
in their dewful tombs
right in the middle
of the big wide-open-looking church
