How sad to think that you've burrowed through scars
Learning to dilate hope with a hand through your hair for so many years
Because it's the ones with the sorest throats
that have seen the other side of the ground
Thumbs raw from acquiesced wonder
Forced to fall from an eight-sided law
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shame on whoever gave it a '1' with no comment. I gave it an '8'. It does say something to me. But what is an 'eight sided law'?