i
this thief of time
robs blind the weak
his temple speaks
in tounges
the shore receeds
between the reeds
the towers crumble
silent
the honor seeps
beneath the sheets
the scars grow inward
violent
ii
upon waking
the monkey's paw turned
and the lighting bells did not waver
and the old fears did not again surface
he opened
unto them
Hosanna
iii
we come in fear to bow
to cower
to writhe and weep
and steal and sour
to poison
and to bring decay
it is our selfish
empty way
to purge
to burn
to take away
the maim
to ruin
to never pay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
our selfish empty way. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.