Poems and prose/Gedichten en literair proza By/Van


The secret people hide
is their bareness

This cripple would cover his limp
with a swagger – but it is no secret

He keeps his password
to a buried gift

He wraps a blemish
but reveals his butt

What angel made him wise
about the exact station
of his slipping pants?

A vale of shadow under his belt
the untouched slope of his buttock?

His head beneath a baseball cap
he offers himself to the first comer:

anointed prophet of delivery