Once the little life-stuff cleaned up the dead big
after the burst,
it took a long time for an almost-miraculous big
to appear in another bubble
to explain the bones.
The burst before
hadn't led to such an ebb-tide.
In the bubble following
the brainy big had been more of a marvel
than an almost-miracle
because not all the big had died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem