It was nothing
to feel strange and depressed,
but in search of something
I had a dream addressed.
“You saw there’s nothing after death”
he said.
“So what’s so strange about that? ”
(Thinking “This one’s pretty easy.”)
“That isn’t what I said I saw” I said.
“I said
‘I saw there’s nothing after death
after I was dead.’ ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Curious indeed, I enjoyed the play and flow of content and repetition in this concise form.