cool brute drum dumb
classical knives high
above weeds buzz
-ed soldiers slip
though the grip
of tanks shooting
shells washing on
the sea strewn with
bodies white lime
-stones bright sun
crosses the high
-way spitting cars
for miles and mile
-s wishing to be…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the high -way spitting cars for miles and mile -s wishing to be- - - - - - - - > yes! ! ! that imagery works very well indeed