October 2018, Amsterdam
for the last white rhino
to live life
i die
to live life
i die every day
i die every day
voluntarily
last night
i died
i died again
last night
when the sky of africa was red
and the stars black
like a bleeding watermelon
i died
with the last white rhino
you cannot braid
a lion’s mane
you cannot pick
the flower-spots of a jaguar
you can behead all trees
of the amazon rain forest
but you cannot suffocate
its spirit
maybe you can buy the entire world
but you cannot possess the air
to live life
i die
i die every day
in search of myself
my gaze flies over a steep slope
deep forests and thirsty beaches
but i fail to find
i am entangled and twisted
in the roots of pine and poplar trees
i can hear their prayers and lamentations
i am streaming alongside all dry seasons
and breathing with all seas
drowned in plastic
in moon i swim
in sun i bathe
to live life
i die
i die every day
to live life
(die before you die!)