Following the announcement that the Shell Museum of Decay & Decomposition may make a come back, I started a poem where words were represented by the number one and deeds by the figure zero.

This poem, now unfinished, translates into English as :

Once in time
We each stood there
Aside the waters
Breathing air.
But fate moved on
And to survive
We each now dream
To stay alive.

For in the tempts
And tortures past
A thread was sewn
That did not last;
Now slipped from grasp
All’s out-of-hand
In shifting waves
Thjrough timeless sand.

Mere dust to some
That rusts create –
The rhythm of a rhyme,
Strong evidence
That others feel
Of finity, of time.

( Grant June 2021)