Two ravens looking down on the battlefield -
'Shall we pluck that lad's eyes? Bit of tripe, too? '
'Why not? Lad won't miss 'em, eh? '
Eyelids peeled and orbs swallowed in a trice!
Lad lying, limbs askew, prompts the pair
to nudge aside the shield and go for heart
and lights, tearing through tissue, bone and gristle
to the brave lad's very core!
Bloody bills hack away at chunks of gory meat,
until satiated, bellies bulging, they rise,
'No more! '
The ravens ascend with slow heavy wing-beat
toward the eastern horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touching poem revealing the repugnance of war…. The Lad's heroism displayed by his audacity to lend his heart, The gluttony of the birds and their dialogues give a buzz to our decency Who are the ravens here? ? …can be a metaphor to all the pitiless powers that for their greediness kill humans…. Well thought imagery, shows the concern and sympathy against brutalism… **Abha**