Welcome to zombie land,
where she pushes the cart,
as best as she can,
one after another and then so on,
this is the place of the automaton wives,
she goes to buy food but there is none,
circuits almost fried,
they are alone and still a live,
they will never die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem, I like it, thanks.