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Mattheus Frederik

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Sep 3, 2019

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SHOEMAKER

The sound of knock-knock-knock from early to late,

To stop my “shoe-last” component growing chilly;

People imagine me the silent cobbler wedded to a shoe.

Eyes glance at shoes enquiring to service them

I knock, knock, knock, laugh in my sleeve;

Measure the sun’s rays against the sky blue

The moon is above me, and all the souls are sleeping,

Quietly I dressed my suit, as delicate as silk.

Walk trip-pe-trap-pe along the peaceful street;

Then I hear my leathers, my soles chatting to me.

I arrive at the maiden where the fat torches smoke,

I think I feel absolute man — I know this profession too.

But tomorrow — I want to see the Pastor,

Ask the minister himself how it is with his soles (souls).

And oh yeah, Pastor, let’s bequest that on Sabbath

For Griet van Onderdorp and me, all three commandments are read.