Let us burn Poem by Hester Knibbe

the old letters, watch all the beautiful
rain-drenched sun-bleached words and lines
go up in flames while shamelessly

retaining their contents. We've been
lucky, oh what we've been -
Let us

explore other cities, wander through new
streets, past buskers and rough sleepers,
get used to leaving.
Let us

eat there and drink and give

the singer enough to get drunk on
the beggar what he deserves.