Watapana. Jaargang 3

[p. 6]

[Gedichten W. Palm]

Little tin soldiers

The crowd is staring at me
My tie is too short
See them looking
See them laughing over me.
Hey, who did you kill today?

They want me to become
their little tin soldier,
so they can play with me
in Vietnam, Curaçao
and so on.

The guitar wheeps,
'cause he's guilty too.
Wheeping guitars
do sound nice.
Here comes the piano too.

A long, long conversation

She pronounces words,
and so does he.
She's speaking for herself,
and so does he.
It's all in vain.

Now it's his turn again.
He talks about Sartre,
She answers that maybe it's gonna rain.
The icebergs are drifting apart.

W. PALM