Antilliaanse Cahiers. Jaargang 1-2

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Epidaurus

At Epidaurus
would the beast
and the man
match the strength
of blood
substance
and form

In caves of
tortured marble
my flesh
finds his flesh
with the desperate
choke
of the drowning infant

We hide
the end
of our search
the struggle
to insanity
behind
the mirror
of the eye