He stamped her heart with 'payment received'
and he tossed her out like yesterdays garbarge,
fishbones and unmentionable's, the stuff nightmares
don't even want. Once she was as fresh as a clean sheet of xerox paper, then blacked, like an old negro spiritual,
broken, but whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem