Installation in Marssum, Popta Slot
Tiny Town
a poem inspired by E.A.Poe
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have quietly gone but nevertheless
Resemble nothing that is ours.
I have reached these lands but newly
walls so peaceful, soothing- truly
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As he passes and wanders by.
But the traveller, traveling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
With forms that no man can discover
Are these towers like no other.