1.
Rain is falling on the dykes:
a great day for the nation

2.
A morning of rain
full of helpless grief
that left me with a dream
that's now a poem about emptiness
no trace of human life
above the tree line
the summit of the icy mountain
starved of feeling
trail of cloud evaporating
in the hard blue sky
a final breath
gone in the twinkle of an eye

3.
He spent his last days in tram 5
felt a little indisposed
as he passed the Rijksmuseum
recovered before the Concertgebouw
but was finally laid low
in the supermarket next to the Stedelijk Museum
with a jar of sambal in his hand