the sea is a ruin


the sea is a ruin, country and state
still exist, spring for the second time

this year, grass lies rotting downtown
no one disturbs the grass rotting

there is calm in the grass rotting
the storm cleared the grass

the rubble remained
leave the rubble, Hanneke

the eye in the storm is calm
grass rots dry in the ditches

the mourning must be over
calm reigns in the land of ruins

where the residents have not returned
we can wait till the equator

is equalized, rustic and wide open
the sea is a ruin, a very broad bed

the poles have dislodged themselves
from their frozen bodies of ice

in Dutch