People have feasted,

there's vomit in the gutter --


feast for the starlings.


Het was ergens feest,Ein Fest über Nacht,
er ligt braaksel in de goot --mit Kotze in der Gosse --
feest voor de spreeuwen.Fest für die Stare.

Poem H2813
Amsterdam, 2020-10-23

Sunday morning (Frédérique Spigt)
Poem "Zondagochtend" (collection "Misantroop")
Collection: After the festivities 
Keyword: Party: remains 
Tribute to: Spigt, Frederique 
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