What do you say to someone who can’t say anything back?

you could go for some kind of poetic oracling
but after a while you’re probably bored with it

in a church in Lisbon
I lit an electric light
after three hours time was up

whether she had noticed?

in the meantime I started praying
like a buzzard
hanging above his shadow

and the haunted words
were not surprisingly different

I did not isolate her to the silent ones
somewhere in a hotel room with ocean view
I did not cathedral her into a Madonna long neck

it became a sort of monologue by two people

in which we promised that – with our backs
stretched out in the wet spring grass –
we would still look at the clouds

and any kind of distance
we would smooth over

Translation: Sytse Jansma & Janneke Spoelstra