There's still smelly air

escaping from me, I steam --


fear. How shall I die?


Er ontsnapt nog luchtImmer noch entweicht
uit mij, ik wasem angsten --mir Luft, ich dämpfe Angst. Wie --

Hoe zal ik doodgaan?werde ich sterben?

Poem S1858
Amsterdam, 2023-08-12
that's when everything seems to fall apart (Antjie Krog) - 2022
Poem "dis wanneer alles lyk asof dit ineenstort" (collection "Plunder" ["Pillage"])
Collection: Stall
Keyword: Death: mortal fear 
Tribute to: Krog, Antjie 
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