Observe the decaying matter,
Feel it with your flesh.
'Is there any chance of saving it, Doctor? '
No return.
Leave the premises unscathed.
Savage, Savage, Savage.
Capture the raw image of a making in progress.
Vacate.
Your feelings are unnatural.
Abort mission while you still can.
Or was it a failure to launch from the get- go?
The tunnels our vast.
Navigate yourself, Just try.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent warning to all.....a self denuded of pleasure calm the Earth..... God bless...a 10 +++++