maria barnas
poetry

CLOSING TIME
MAASVLAKTE 06

‘NO WE ARE SORRY
WE CAN NOT LET YOU IN.

IF WE WOULD LET EVERYONE –
WE DRAW CLEAR LINES YOU MUST AGREE
GOOD FENCES MAKE GOOD NEIGHBOURS.

SAND WILL BE SPRAYED UP TO HERE
(WE POINT ALONG IMAGINARY
BORDERS FOR THE MOMENT. ALL IN GOOD TIME.)

THE SHORE IS STRAIGHT
AS WE LIKE OUR FIELDS ALIGNED
WITH UNCURVED DITCHES.

HAS SOMEONE STARTED WORKING ON CALMING
THIS SURFACE? THE WAVES ARE RUNNING WILD.

WE ARE STILL THINKING OF TREES.
WE HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT TOADS.
DECIDED AGAINST OTTERS UNANIMOUSLY.

WE SHOOT THE DEER
THAT BREED IN THE HARBOUR.
WE LIKE TO KEEP THINGS CLEAN.

WE ARE SO SORRY.
IT HAS BEEN FIVE ALREADY.

WE TRY TO DAM OUR GRIEF.’