the night of figures
dressed in white
yet underneath
the black
the night has now arrived.
the arrogant figure
that came from the grave
it gave its back to me
not view it from the
front
not shock me.
and there's the gathering
of holy sufferers
their laments stick together
glued in one lament
towards a black heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem