Day 2050, grandfather.

Day's pictures, Poetry
Slide film, 199?, the Netherlands

I only know my grandfather

through myself

he himself

never understood

his own


only his silence


this silence was draped in front of me

on the table where I grew up


I only know my daemons

looking through this draped



I see his silent shadow

behind it

it never left

it is where he lived

he is still there  

sometimes looking

at me

like me


he never spoke

he never will

he never lived

his silence killed

before he died