been to the Alcatraz?
on the way, the weather turned rough
like it wanted to feed me into the bay,
the boat capsized three times
and brought me up the surface
like the old fisherman's net
of small catches emptied into the sea,
history is only two escaped Alcatraz,
lofty is the womb
that bore them,
though never found on the shores,
we keep saying, they escaped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really love this, a really great poem. A fantastic write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Time Machine.