Zywa Gliding away

I think Grandpa knew what dying is
Would he have understood as a child
how it goes, what it means?
Unfortunately, he was unable to explain it to me

He slipped away, slowly quickly

In Rouen, I saw a painting
with yellow light: two boys
in a boat, a candle at their feet

cut lame and bandaged
Their story has become an image
of dying: the crossing

the mind loses its sharpness
volatilises in mists over the water
It is romance, there is no boatman
punting, but there is an other side

Poem 2183
Amsterdam, 2019-03-25

Painting "Les énervés de Jumièges" ("The de-nerved of Jumièges" / "The sons of Clovis")
Collection: I am 
Keyword: Death:  
Tribute to: Luminais, Evariste-Vital 
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