(for Simon & Ivan)
Prohibited to shoot
we rove invisible
to the world
on the former
castle estate of
others within ourselves
Beneath ample crowns
of phallic beech
trunks dry last
year leaves fabulous
memories hard to
read nightmares mouldering
Beneath ample crowns of phallic beech .......................bravo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have a way with words, i've never read anything like your work.