No longer will
the chef
the scallops scalp.
No longer will
the maid of scullery
chop off tiny skulls
nor with baited hook
into false security
innocent fishes lull.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, In The Words Of Bluesman Jack.