got two voices of angels
muffled by river waves
but those melodies
hang on the air like bright pollution
licked a human scowl
'neath demon face paint
but yer mind decayed
yer laughter's echo tugs the heartstrings
wore heart on flannel-sleeve
shotgun-shell last supper
our grunge Jesus
knew yer thoughts but it don't mean we understood
put a new spin on an old sin
retreat to lonely safety
we are serpents
and it takes on to know one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem