Light reflects off the plate of a gravestone
To let me know even things that die
Shine on
When I saw you
That Day in the
Graveyard
The wind was
Blowing furiously
The trees tore
Their arms out of
Their
Straight jacket
& Picked her up
High
Above Me
A strike of lightning
Struck her
Because she's Electrifying
& Flying ever higher
& Ever
Higher
To sing
Like She's been
Set on fire
In a Choir
of Chaotic
Cries of Her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem