Middelburg Street Poem

"Ostrea

 

Guided by a spiraling growth line,

they float along the bottom:

divers searching for their aphrodisiac,

the high zinc content is to blame.

 

The days of the flat oyster are over.

Japanese oysters devour drowned villages

in endless patience, a perpetual feast

 

of salty embrace. But between the soft

body and its culture of hanging out, the

steel snail of decency squeezes itself: every oyster is

obliged to yearn for lemon".

 

 

Done