A siren glowing asleep
within a tirade
swarming horns flew swallowed in the mind
open striving gallops in blind gravity
aglow in frowning plucks of holy blows.
Remove a stream of dungeons from a grapevine
she sleeps in strumming struts of decent jaws
punch holes through sunken ghosts
impose a flowing host
and face the girl who speaks with broken claws.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poem well said/expressed......