No one wants to sleep in this bed but some must.
The state has a taste for pasty death.
Witnesses testified as much and so they should.
Pale well fed better than some on the streets.
Muscular arms full of veins law-i.v. school.
Politicians racking up points in the polls.
Faces pressed against the window payne.
The lights never dim as once again they did.
Muscles clinch
beneath his neck as eyes begin to flutter.
Breathing stopped.
Very intense and riveting write, engaging images and a very creative style.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death's long sleep awaits us all.