I know that someday I must die
finish empty, cracked and dry
high aback the closet shelf
of my former self a shell
quelled my tune, my vistas void
all my ironies for nought
bubble-maker fired;
plug pulled, motor all fizzed out
my ruined ecologies
crammed with fish-like memories
but not for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Morgan this is superb poetry keep it up man