Long after you are all gone
Not just your bodies
Every trace of you
When every person who
Knew every person who
Knew you is dead
The square will still be there
Facades the same as
They have been for centuries
Open for anyone and everyone to enjoy
While everything you believe
Every edict and condemnation
Every violent act
Ultimately impotent
Will be but footnotes
Harmless curiosities
In the textbooks
Of the young women and men
From every place imaginable
Who sit on the cobblestones
Of Grand Place
Together playing music
And singing in different languages
Kissing or holding hands
Welcoming the summer wind
On thier naked shoulders
Through their hair
I hope you will
Be forced to watch them
Wherever you are
Light years away
From your imagined heaven
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