We live in the side compartments
of a suitcase on the way
that exchanges our flesh and blood
for pepper and cinnamon
sometimes also sleeping pods, but
only the captain knows about that
The ship has a big belly
it is a hungry waterwolf
and we, in this realm of the dead
hope to be saved
spit out on land
like Jonah by the whale
We do our job, for the shipping line
fixed costs of wages and compensations
often paid to the parents
who lost us to the sea
and to the widows
who could not count on us
Poem 1016 Amsterdam, 2017-02-14 Sleeping pods: papaver Waterwolf: both the wolves and the whales originated from a wolf animal as their ancestor Collection:BloodTrunk Keyword:Life: survival (effort) Keyword:Trade