dug out doll
it looks 30 years old
palsy, naked, torn and cold
with the eyeballs gone
but like a human
like a ghost
wandering
the realm
cold and alone
it still looks for love
its hands are outstretched
and point towards sky
though the rubber body
is hardly complete anymore
i walk away my heart
cold as the doll
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem