So it must be Poem by Mark Boog

So it must be:
as - no other way! - trees in the city
reaching for the sky, as we are for the evening,
as time passing us by, as we to each other.

So, no other way. Not as birds do we look down
from the balcony, but we fly instead.
Not you an angel resemblant, but an angel.

So it must be. The price must be paid.
Never may it be in vain our naming one another
by the most ingenious names, horrors amount to nothing
that after being uttered do not actually occur.

Translation: 2004, Willem Groenewegen