από το αφιέρωμα του AMBIT 198)
Our fathers built this land in poverty
and made it what it is: IJsselmeer and airports
rose from the sea and flagstones from the road,
the youth are bopping forward underground,
mosques drone, bells ring and bring
god from afar yet always in our midst
but in these lowlands rain beats down
on clattering attic windows
and down below the dull improverished fumbling,
the carefully moaning grumble:
harder faster deeper, boyo,
till the bars of the bed all break,
till the bars break and the dikes burst
flooding the polders between their thighs.
Μετάφραση: Donald Gardner