The hum of engines, whoosh of escalators,
beeps of card readers, footsteps,
words (“Ik was een
motiveringsbrief aan het schrijven”),
and the wheels of the cart
of the man who’s going to clean
The hum of engines, whoosh of escalators,
beeps of card readers, footsteps,
words (“Ik was een
motiveringsbrief aan het schrijven”),
and the wheels of the cart
of the man who’s going to clean
One outside, one inside
the station. One at night,
one in the morning.
One shouting, one not.
One man watching,
sick with his belly in a hole.