I saw it but they didn't,
they in their sordid view;
the ecstatic wonder receded.
Then...
as the minions procreate
more minions, more and more,
the vision turns to vestige to
very lost -
now...
A Vapid Simulation, America.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the lucid imagery. Very well done.