i am tempted
to feel like a shoestring
shutting a foot inside
the shoe
i am ten feet above you
ashed ass
hole in the black
universe
you will be in
my own outlook of stars
i am tempted to be
your god
and you are
a foot stool
but i am humbled because
of the
unsinkable titanic
easily torn by the side-tip of
an iceberg
that night when God
was sleeping
when
with what was said
woke him up
into anger
so divine that it wiped
out
a thousand lives
in that cold and dark night
in the ocean
of Atlantic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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