the spawn of evil
is the sum of the greater two parts.
one taken before the other
& the imbalance will show.
together they unite
- until- -
- - rise - -
- - rising - -
- - - rising - -
- - - - then - -
fog drifts slow, dancing
arm in arm with the wind
rise
rising up and over
tepid thoughts frozen
in the winter air
naked for all to see
the insides exposed
until
rise
rising
they meander off
drifting up into the atmosphere
collected by the soft voice
singing
a mesmerising
whisper of forgiveness.
(4-13-1974)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem